The Mission
Micah 6:1-8; Matthew 5:1-12
January 29, 2017
If you don’t know where you are
going, any road will get you there. That line is often attributed to Lewis
Carroll, though it’s likely a paraphrase of a conversation between Alice and
the Cat in Wonderland. It’s not, as
I’ve heard suggested recently, the mission statement of the new administration.
Indeed, as a mission statement
it makes a better warning. As does a similar line attributed to the late Yogi
Berra: If you don’t know where you’re going, you’ll end up someplace else.
It is always good to know where
you’re going when you set out on a journey. Of course, if the trip is further
than, say, the grocery store, chances are pretty good things are not going to
go as you planned. Heck, even trips to the grocery store get derailed. How many
of you go “off-list” at the grocery store? Deeper confession time: how many of
you go to the grocery store without a list at all?
Yeah, if you don’t know where
you’re going, you’ll end up someplace else. I tend to end up in the cookie
aisle.
So, this Sunday of our annual
winter congregational meeting seems like a good time to ask, where are we going
as church?
On the one hand, the church is
not a public conveyance – that is to say, it’s not going anywhere – on the
other hand, the church is spiritual gathering. As I have noted often, the
church is both institution and movement. As nothing makes more obvious than an
annual meeting with budgets and nominating committees and statistical reports,
the church is an institution.
If, however, that is all we are
then we have far outlived our usefulness in the world. If we are not part of
the movement of the living God in the world – a movement of the Holy Spirit –
then we really ought to close up shop, sell the property, give the money to
somebody doing some good in the world, and just go to brunch on Sunday
mornings. Late brunch, please.
The apostle Paul famously called
the church “the body of Christ in the world.” A body that does not move is
dead, or soon to be so.
I do not believe that the body
of Christ in the world is dead, nor is this small instance of it here at
Clarendon. No, the body of Christ at Clarendon is vibrant, and, in that
vibrancy, we continue to shake things up in our part of the world. That is as
it should be.
Nonetheless, it is also good and
right and appropriate from time to time to check in, to take stock, to make
sure that we’re going in the right general direction. It is good to check the
sign posts to see if we’re on the right track.
That’s where this morning’s
readings are crucial. We could do way worse than saying, simply, that the
mission of the church is “to do justice, love kindness, and walk humbly with
our God.”
If that’s the mission statement
for the people of God, then we could do way worse than saying that the
Beatitudes are our strategic plan. In other words, what does it look like to do
justice, love kindness, and walk humbly with our God?
Well, it looks like this:
·
Mourners are comforted.
·
The meek are inheriting the earth.
·
The hungry are fed, and those who hunger for
justice are filled.
·
The merciful receive mercy.
·
The peacemakers are honored and called children
of God.
That’s a pretty good strategic
plan for our current context. For when we look around these days we see plenty
of grief, and thus, plenty of mourners who need comfort. We don’t need to look
further than the tragic photographs of Syrian children to understand this, nor
do we need to look beyond the words of the Torah to know clearly that
immigration policy is a Biblical issue: “God loves immigrants, giving them food
and clothing. That means you must also love immigrants because you were
immigrants in Egypt” (Deuteronomy 10:17-19 CEB); and “When an alien resides
with you in your land, you shall not oppress the alien. The alien residing with
you shall be to you as the citizen among you; you shall love the alien as
yourself, for you were aliens in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God”
(Leviticus 19:33-34, NRSV).
So blessed are those immigrants
who are mourning, stuck in airports or refugee camps this week, but they are
blessed only if we offer welcome and comfort and solidarity, and if we do not
condition that welcome and comfort and solidarity on things like race, or
tribe, or gender, or religion, or country of origin, or any of the dozens of
other ways we divide the earth and all its people.
When we look at the earth –
well, I don’t know about you but to me it does not look as if the meek are
inheriting it. It looks to me as if those who hunger for money and power are
pillaging the only planet we have. While I love the work that George Tahu and
his NASA colleagues are doing these days, for the foreseeable future there is
no planet B. Thus it looks to me as if we Presbyterians got it pretty close to
right back in the late 1980s when we said, in our Brief Statement of Faith,
that “we threaten death to the planet entrusted to our care.” Care for creation
and outspoken advocacy on behalf of our natural environment must be part of the
church’s agenda. Blessed are the meek, and, well, sometimes the meek must rise
up lest the inheritance of our earth be squandered.
Sometimes outspoken advocacy
moves beyond postcards and phone calls to protests – after all, we are
Protestants. And when lawmakers propose crackdowns on civil disobedience and
peaceful protest the church is called to stand on the side of those who are
hungering for justice. That is a none-too-subtle notice that we might just have
to gin up the pastor’s bail fund in the days to come.
For it looks so very far from
mercy when the nation’s commander-in-chief proudly and loudly proclaims that
“torture works,” and calls for reinstating practices that brought profound
shame on us all. Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.
As if that is not troubling
enough, our nation remains engaged in the longest running war in our history.
It is impossible to discern if the peacemakers shall be called the children of
God because it is damn near impossible to identify any makers of peace these
days.
Yes, we have our work cut out
for us on these, and a whole raft of other crucial concerns. For if we are to
take as our mission “to do justice” then we’d best recall Walter Brueggemann’s
observation that in scripture justice really comes down to this: sorting out
what belongs to whom and returning it.
In practice, in 2017, this means,
first and foremost, insisting that gospel values still matter in the world. We
are not, as American political scientist Corey Robin put it in the current
edition of Harpers, “huddling around
the campfire of our dread,” but, instead, we “mass and march toward a distant
light.”
Our story begins, after all,
with the One who said, “let there be light” and continues through to the light
that shines in the darkness. That light of love belongs to all people who dwell
in deep darkness.
We claim our place in that light
of love by affirming as self-evident these truths concerning what belongs to
whom and these commitments to seeing that it is returned and remains with whom
it belong:
Marriage rights belong to
couples whose love draws them into covenantal relationships, and we shall not
stand idly by when anyone tries to undo it through the courts or the congress.
Health care belongs to those who
are trying to stay well, and to those who are sick or injured, and we shall not
stand idly by when anyone tries to deny it by defunding it.
Bodily autonomy belongs to those
who have bodies, no matter what gender. Her choice belongs to her body. We
shall not stand idly by when a bunch of men sign orders to deny that
constitutional right to choose. And, hey, bathrooms belong to those who have to
pee and it just shouldn’t be that difficult to figure out how to make that work
for everyone. We shall not stand by silently in the face of anti-trans bigotry.
Good schools belong to all
children, and we shall not stand idly by when anyone tries to sell off the
public schoolhouse door to the highest bidder because we have seen the results
and the results are not just.
Clean water belongs to those who
thirst whether they live in the affluence of Arlington, the hardship of Flint,
or the straits of Standing Rock. Good food belongs to those who are hungry.
Shelter belongs to the homeless. Clean air belongs to those who breathe. Peace
belongs to us all.
If justice is our mission, then
blessing is our strategy – and, moreover, blessing those whom God blesses.
Blessing them in word and in deed. Blessing through political engagement,
blessing by way of radical hospitality, blessing through generosity that does
not count the costs, blessing by creating beauty for beauty’s sake, and joy for
the sake of human fulfillment.
Friends, this is what it means
to be the church of Jesus Christ in the world in 2017. Our destination is the beloved community; our
path is a highway for our God through the wilderness of our time. Let us be the
church – today, tomorrow, and for as long as we draw breath – inhaling hope and
voicing praise. Hallelujah, and amen!