Monday, May 30, 2011

The Holy Spirit Looks Like...

John 14:15-21


The bags were all packed. The car was loaded from bottom to top. My friends and family gathered the day before to wish me well on my journey eastward. Bright and early in the morning, my mom and I piled in the car and drove away from our house. We drove through South Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, and Pennsylvania before arriving at my new “home” in Gettysburg. I had been away from home before, but I had never been this far away from home for an extended amount of time. I had said goodbye to my family and friends before, but I had never been this far away from them. I knew it wasn’t goodbye forever, even though at the time it kind of felt like that. It was a “see you later.”

We have all said goodbye on many occasions. Goodbye as you drop your child off for their first night away from home. Goodbye as your children have left for college. Goodbye as your best friend has moved across the country. Goodbye as one of your co-workers has left for a new job. Goodbye as you left the care facility where your aging parents live. Often our goodbyes are more like “see you laters.” We really expect to see the person again somewhere along the journey of life.

In our text today Jesus is gathered with the disciples on the night of his arrest. He is sharing his final words with them and saying goodbye. However, I don’t think his goodbye is really final. I think he is saying more of a “see you later.” It is only a “see you later,” because God is sending another Advocate. God is sending the Holy Spirit to be among them as Jesus leaves this earthly kingdom.

I don’t know about you, but sometimes I think the Holy Spirit is difficult to talk about. I think it is difficult to talk about, because frankly I don’t know what it looks like. After all, I don’t usually see the Spirit descending like a dove or appearing in the form of fire as I walk down the street, drive on the beltway, surf the Internet, or go about my daily living. The image of the Holy Spirit can be a bit difficult to wrap our minds around.

However, I think our Gospel text for today can help shed some light on the image of the Holy Spirit. The text describes the Holy Spirit as an Advocate. An advocate is one who supports you, who stands up for you, who speaks on your behalf, who lends a helping hand, who takes your side in a debate, and who doesn’t leave you alone. When you think of the advocates in your life, who comes to mind? When I think about the advocates in my life there are several people that come to mind. I immediately think of my friends, my mom, several professors, and my pastors. They have at one point or another been advocates for me.

The next descriptor of the Holy Spirit is “another.” Yes, God will send another Advocate, meaning that God has already sent one Advocate. The first Advocate was Jesus, God’s only Son. The next Advocate is the Holy Spirit. I think the second Advocate will look a lot like the first one. The Spirit will abide with us in the same way that the Word made flesh has abided with us. Jesus tells the disciples that he will not leave them orphaned. It is true, he won’t. The Spirit will mediate Jesus’ presence in the same what that Jesus mediated God’s presence in the world.

So, I think the lesson is that the Holy Spirit is an advocate that looks a lot like Jesus. If that is the case, then I think I know what the Holy Spirit looks like. Anytime that one person supports another person, anytime that someone lends a helping hand, anytime that someone speaks up for those whose voices are not heard, anytime that someone feeds someone who is hungry, anytime that love is shown for the last, the lost, the least, and the little in our midst…then we have seen the Holy Spirit.

The Holy Spirit looks like a high school student who has an idea to apply for a grant so that young people can feed the hungry men in the St. Paul’s Shelter. And while feeding the men in the shelter they can learn to be good stewards as they shop for groceries, they can learn how to cook, and they can learn to foster relationships with other people, especially people who are homeless in Washington, DC.

The Holy Spirit looks like a community of believers that join together to raise funds for communities that have been ravaged by hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis, tornadoes, flooding, and other natural disasters. And not only raise money, but some also give selflessly of their time and energy to provide restoration in these areas. Those who cannot give of their time and energy, give time on their knees in prayer for healing and hope amidst devastation.

The Holy Spirit looks like a group of women who were brought together by their love for knitting and crocheting and their desire to bring comfort and care to other people. And when they discovered that Children’s Hospital was in need of prayer shawls and baby blankets they went to town with their yarn and needles to bring care and comfort to children who are hospitalized and their families through their prayer shawl ministry.

The Holy Spirit looks a lot like the people of St. Paul’s. No wonder Jesus says, we know the Holy Spirit. It is true. We do know the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit, on occasion, has looked a lot like you and like me. Look to your left (yes, Lutheran friends – actually look at the person next to you) …there is the Holy Spirit. Look to your right…there is the Holy Spirit. And the next time you look in the mirror notice that the Holy Spirit looks like you, too. For the gift of the Holy Spirit, another Advocate, who takes up residence in our bodies and uses us to mediate God’s love and Jesus’ presence in the world, we say, “Thanks be to God.” Amen.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Lenten Poetry: Easter Day

Easter

Just when I thought
there would be no more light
in the Jerusalem sky,
the Bright and Morning Star
appeared
and the darkness has not overcome it.

--Ann Weems

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Lenten Poetry: Day 40

Saturday Silence

The shadows shift and fly.
The
whole
long
day
the air trembles,
thick with silence,
until, finally,
the footsteps are heard,
and the noise
of the voice of God
is upon us.
The Holy One
is not afraid
to walk
on unholy ground.
The Holy Work is done,
and the world awaits
the dawn of Life.

--Ann Weems

Friday, April 22, 2011

Lenten Poetry: Day 39

Friday

The sky peels back to purple
and thunder slaps the thighs of heaven,
and all the tears of those who grieve
fly up to clouds and are released
and drench the earth.
The ones who see and hear
know
that all is lost.
The only One named Savior
died
upon a cross.
The ones who believed and loved
huddle together
stunned.
All night long
the angels weep.

--Ann Weems

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Clean Feet

John 13:1-17, 31b-35


We have traveled through 38 of our 40 days of Lent. And today our journey brings us to Maundy Thursday. Today Jesus begins to say goodbye before he journeys to the cross. In the gospels of Matthew, Mark, and Luke the institution of the Lord’s Supper, the body and blood, is the last thing Jesus did with his disciples before his death. However, in the book of John we do not get that story. Instead the way that Jesus says goodbye to his disciples is to reinforce one of his most important lessons. He washes their feet and gives them a new commandment to love others.


I remember when I was in high school I received a phone call from my pastor. He wanted to do a symbolic foot washing at our Maundy Thursday worship service. And he wanted to wash my feet. I remember being very surprised by this and wondering why he wanted to wash my feet. Even as a high school student it was a moving experience, to have my pastor kneeling down to wash my feet. I think that is when I started to have a greater appreciation for foot washing.


While I was a camp counselor I typically read this text of Jesus washing the disciples’ feet and washed my campers’ feet. They were always a bit nervous about it, but inevitably by the end of the foot washing one of my campers would come to me and ask to wash my feet. And then I would let some young girl kneel beside my bed and wash my feet. And my feet were never very clean; after all I was a camp counselor. I wore sandals everyday and walked around on dusty and dirty paths and my daily one minute showers never seemed to get my feet clean.


I imagine that the disciples’ feet were not very clean either. After all they walked around in sandals day after day following their teacher Jesus. They walked on dirty paths in the heat of the day and even when they bathed I am sure their feet didn’t come very clean. It was typical when one visited the home of a friend to be greeted with hospitality. Typical hospitality would include washing the feet of the visitors who had usually walked a great distance to reach their destination. Usually the servant would wash the visitors’ feet. But Jesus turns this act of hospitality upside down. He, the master, kneels at the feet of his friends and washes their dirty, tired feet.


Today Jesus kneels in front of us and asks to wash our feet. That requires us to become vulnerable and to show a part of us that we often keep covered up. That requires us to take off our socks and our shoes and show our Savior our dirty, calloused feet. Jesus wants to touch our feet regardless of what they look like or how they smell. Jesus wants to cleanse our feet so that we can follow him and walk with him to the cross. He does not want to walk alone. He is requesting our company on the rest of the journey.


Our feet have the potential for good and for evil. If left alone, our feet can lead us to follow our own wants and desires. Our feet are the way in which we put our thoughts, feelings, and ideas into action. If we want to walk with Jesus for the rest of journey, if we want to go the way Jesus goes, which is the way of service and love, we need to allow him to wash our feet. To allow Jesus to cleanse our feet is to remove all that prevents us from using our feet to follow him, to scrub away our insecurities, to wash away our weariness, to buff off our bitterness. After letting Jesus wash our feet we are able to accompany him on the journey to the cross.


Jesus is also inviting the disciples to follow his example. After washing the disciples’ feet he tells them to wash one another’s feet. And then he gives them a new commandment, to love one another as Jesus had loved them. Jesus invites us to follow his example, too. He tells us to wash one another’s feet. He gives us a new commandment, to love one another as Jesus has loved us.


Today people who live on the streets of Philadelphia gathered outside for worship, communion, and foot washing. Many of them are served by the ministry of The Welcome Church, an ELCA congregation in downtown Philadelphia. Several doctors, students, and administrators from the Temple University School of Podiatric Medicine who plan to begin a program of regular foot care and treatment for homeless people this summer will join the community for this service of foot washing. Towels and socks will be handed out at worship, too. I think this community is really living what it means to love others as Jesus loves us. They are literally washing the feet of others and showing a great deal of love while doing it.


“You also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I have set you an example, that you also should do as I have done to you.” May we have the courage to follow the example of Jesus in both word and deed: washing the feet of others, helping others buff off what keeps them from following Jesus, smiling at strangers, praying for our enemies, feeding the hungry, speaking out against injustice, and loving others as Jesus has loved us. And as we prepare to accompany Jesus on his journey may we allow him to scrub our feet and our hearts clean, too. Amen.

Lenten Poetry: Day 38

Holy Communion

Eat. Drink. Remember
who I am.

Eat. Drink. Remember
who I am
so you can remember
who you are.

Eat. Drink. Remember
who I am
so you can remember
who you are
and tell the others.

Eat. Drink. Remember
who I am
so you can remember
who you are
and tell the others
so that all
God's people
can live
in communion...
in holy communion.

--Ann Weems

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Lenten Poetry: Day 37

No Dances

There are no dances for dark days.
There is no music to bellow the pain.
The best we can do is to remain
still and silent
and try to remember the face of God...

and how to kneel

and how to pray.

--Ann Weems