Feeling the Heat

Homily, August 20, 2017 on Matthew 15:21-28

Preaching is becoming a dangerous occupation. The homily/sermon is meant to help us connect the message from Scripture with our daily lives. But atrocities like the ones this past week in Charlottesville and Barcelona make preaching the Good News of God’s love and mercy increasingly more challenging. Preachers are feeling the heat as we engage the sacred words of Jesus with today’s tragedies. While BC has been feeling the heat of massive forest fires this summer, we preachers feel the heat of tension, of horror, of conflict. We feel the heat of helplessness, of sorrow, of guilt … How do we speak prophetic truth into racism? How do we speak healing into discrimination? How do we speak hope into a world careening towards self-destruction?

Feeling the heat of conflict should not surprise preachers though. After all, we preach One who had a knack for heating up conflict as a matter of course. Again in today’s passage, things are heating up under Jesus’ feet again. Who is Jesus’ ministry for?? Do foreigners, people of colour and outcasts have a right to claim God’s grace and healing? Just like in our time, there were strong cultural opinions in Jesus’ time about who was acceptable and who was not: clean and unclean people, they called them back then. The Canaanites were deeply despised by the Israelites. Jesus experiences tension and the ugly reality of racism, prejudice, and discrimination towards a defenseless person in need.

A foreign and despised woman approaches Jesus, a Jewish man. She even has the nerve to pay him homage and then begs a favour she has no right to. She bursts into Jesus’ space and pleads with him: “Lord, son of David, have pity on me! My daughter is terribly troubled by a demon.”

Whatever else he does or says, Jesus at least refuses … he refuses the disciples’ demand to remove this nuisance from their midst. (the disciples have a knack for sending people away or telling them to shut up and not “bother” the Master). Jesus responds by addressing the woman directly, with a comment that seems quite out of character for this man of God: “I am a stranger here; I should not interfere.” Is this out of character, or is Jesus merely testing her?Or in the worst case, is he just plain rude, insensitive, and harsh? “Help me!” the woman insists. Jesus’ next words seem excessively harsh: “It is not right to take the food of children and throw it to the dogs!”

“Dogs” was a derogatory much like “nigger” or “Redskin.” Slurs such as these are an insult, a metaphor referring to others as less than human, more as animals, only good for eating leftovers.

The Canaanite woman issues a bold challenge: even if Jesus’ mission is initially meant for the Jews, is he nevertheless willing to respond to genuine faith no matter where and in whom? But then again … who knows what this woman is about… Better safe than sorry; better not throw the message of God’s kingdom to the dogs.

It’s disturbing to see Jesus act this way. But let’s be honest … how often do WE act in this way? We’d rather be safe than sorry ourselves. Most of us have made up our minds about what is important in our lives and who counts in the grand scheme of things (and who doesn’t). We are diligent in living our faith and church commitment. We stick to our priorities with honourable loyalty and a principled sense of duty.

So principled and so loyal are we that nothing can divert us from our goal to serve God. Until someone rattles our cage, and reveals how far short we actually fall from serving God when we exclude and ignore and unjustly label another. The Canaanite woman rattled Jesus’ cage… The tragedy in Charlottesville rattled our cage, revealing the ugly poison of racism. The tragedy in Barcelona rattled our cage, revealing our global failure to foster justice and respect in all people, esp. those disadvantaged by the world’s economic systems which favour the few at the expense of the masses.

Sure, Jesus’ mission is intended for God’s chosen people. But who are God’s chosen people? The Canaanite woman calls Jesus Lord, refers to him as master, and humbly says that she, like dogs under the table, will gladly take the leftovers of his mission and power.

It is no coincidence that Matthew placed this story right smack between the two miraculous feeding of the multitudes, both of which reported leftovers. While these crowds were adequately provided for, it is the Syro-Phoenician woman who seeks what Jesus’ own people don’t even realize they have – the leftovers! And Jesus, astounded at her faith, is forced to leave the beaten track. rethink his whole mission and gives her the … leftovers of God’s healing love.

How many times, Lord, do we fail to recognized you because we are too busy with our own private interests and have long ago set limits on who deserves our love? We can all be outraged by the news reports of refugees smuggled and drowning in the Mediterranean, or other countries closing their borders to them. It’s easy to be outraged at terrorist attacks like in Barcelona or the racial clashes in Virginia. But our outrage is sometimes cheap and hollow. For we are the ones who have everything at the expense of people who are oppressed and exploited. We all help perpetuate the unjust distribution of the earth’s wealth, a wealth given by God to be shared with all people.

Sure, Jesus’ mission is intended for God’s chosen people. But as Jesus himself discovers, God’s chosen people includes the Canaanite woman, invites outsiders and nuisances, includes smuggled immigrants, people of colour, and all people of good will. God’s love has no limits and accepts no boundaries. Because of the Syro-Phoenician woman’s persistence, Jesus himself gains new insight and extends his mission past his own people, his own religion, his own nation. And don’t forget that we … are the beneficiaries of this shift.

Pope Francis repeatedly urges us to risk veering off the beaten track in the name of Jesus and for the sake of the world. “Jesus,” he said to a gathering of young people, “is the Lord of risk, of the eternal ‘more.’ Following Jesus demands a good dose of courage, a readiness to trade in the sofa for a pair of walking shoes and to set out on new and uncharted paths. … Teach us how to live in diversity, in dialogue, to experience multiculturalism not as a threat but an opportunity. “Have the courage to teach us that it is easier to build bridges than walls!”  

On this side of death, we are all saved and unsaved, saint and sinner, both at the same time. We all bear the status of “foreigner” in God’s kingdom. We are really not that different from the Canaanite woman, blacks suffering racism, refugees running for life, suicide-bombers disillusioned with the worlds greed and exploitation, smuggled and suffering illegal immigrants desperately seeking safety and a future.

We may not experience their particular illness, social rejection or utter destitution. But we all know what it feels like to be rejected, unloved, ignored, denied, attacked and judged. None of us goes through life without collecting the deep scars that sin and evil inflict. Engaging with someone who cries out for justice and healing is always unsettling, and can re-open scars in our own heart. Only when we let this happen can compassion be born and healing occur. In the end, we all stand together, hungry and thirsty before our God as God’s chosen people. Only then, boundaries and distinctions will fall away.

Despite Jesus’ initial reluctance to grant her wish, never once does he rebuke the Canaanite woman, never does he silence her, and never does he send her away. Instead, Jesus engages her in dialogue. Jesus enters a relationship with her, which has everything to do with human dignity.

We cannot limit God nor trivialize what God can do. Every person we despise should remind us that “there for the grace of God go I.” To all of us Jesus says: “Always remember both your own need for mercy and healing as well as your calling to bring God’s healing to the world.” Or as C.S. Lewis once said: “To be a Christian means to forgive the inexcusable because God has forgiven the inexcusable in you.”

And so we feel the heat of the world’s tragedies, and we should. We feel the heat of our complicity in perpetuating racism and discrimination, injustice and greed. We feel the heat of the temptation to give in to helplessness and apathy. The tension in today’s Gospel remains unresolved. Instead, we live that tension fully in the day-to-day challenges and encounters. For we are wounded healers, saint and sinner. As wounded healers God calls us  in the service of the Gospel. Without limiting God, and without trivializing God’s healing love, we are the hands and feet, and the heart, of Christ. “We” are all God has on this earth.   AMEN

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Stay-Cation Anytime

I rise early, even on holidays. With a fresh cup of coffee in one hand and my prayer book in the other, I sneak outside barefoot, with a blanket if needed. I say hello to the birds who greet me with their morning serenade. I bow to the apple tree swelling with life in the little green balls on its branches. With a smile I nod to the parsley, mint and basil, delighting in their fresh new growth. The beans and cukes remind me of their thirst for more moisture. But the flowers — lilies, lupines, dahlias, marigolds, black-eyed susans and poppies — don’t seem to mind the scarcity of water as they throw me their morning beauty.  The radiant canopy of the summer morning sky welcomes and enfolds me. My spirit opens wide to receive creation’s offering in this holy opening rite of a virgin day … in my own backyard.

I have lost the travel bug. Not that I miss it much — I have done my fair share of traveling in past years. Maybe it’s the aging season, but there’s something irresistible about home these days as my number one holiday destination. Sleeping in my own bed, dressing when I feel like it, resting in my own space, sipping ice tea in my backyard, watching the garden grow and helping it along with watering and weeding; just puttering around and breathing in my familiar surroundings is an elixir of peace and rejuvenation I can’t find anywhere else. Living out of a suitcase, meeting travel deadlines, dealing with car trouble or detours on the road (or flight delays), eating commercial food, sleeping in strange and sometimes uncomfortable beds — I don’t miss any of it.

Grant you, I know that’s not all there is to traveling. There is the excitement of new encounters in people and places, the change that is as good as a rest (although I need to rest after almost every trip), and the rich soul-food served up by the beauty and splendor of the natural world, especially when enjoying the luxury of camping or a cabin at the lake, hiking in the mountains or letting the northern wilderness of our vast country overtake our heart. But maybe there is a season for each type of holiday, and I am certainly into the stay-cation type at this time in my life.

Now this stay-cation spa is made possible by a number of factors of course. There are at least five that come to mind.

No more young children at home who need daily care contributes significantly to making my home a sanctuary. Don’t get me wrong, I certainly enjoy the grandchildren when they stay with us. But I breathe deeply again when the house falls silent after their departure. Moreover, my depleted energy reservoir is a sober reminder that my active parenting season has long past. Love those little charmers to pieces, but my, they exhaust me!

Another, equally important factor, is the fact that my family home is a modest but safe and comfortable place, a luxury not enough people can claim anymore in this unsafe world. The stability and safety in the relational climate of love and appreciation with my husband contribute in no small measure to the sacredness of home. If I was living in constant relational strain and even in danger of abuse and neglect in intimate encounters I would not only be stressed out and insecure, but I would want to flee to the rest and safety that a holiday away could provide.

Third, when it comes to “breathing in the clean air of God’s abundant creation” as a necessary form of refueling, I only have to go into my backyard. Our house is located in a quiet neighbourhood on the edge of town. The trees across the back alley (not to mention our backyard neighbour’s glorious garden!) and the farmer’s field less than a block away are daily sources of joy and contemplation, play and rest. With a keen gardener for a husband, the space behind our house is growing all kinds of plants that nourish in more ways than only the bodily kind. How would I feel about a stay-cation if I lived in an apartment along a busy city street? How would I feel in a hospital bed or if I lived in a small room of a seniors’ care home, a sure possibility in the future? My soul would crave the green and the earth and the fresh air, essentials of life that would only be available by going away.

Fourth, I don’t need to “get away” from work in order to rest and re-energize. In fact, my pastoral ministry work seems to function like an artesian well of life and blessing and joy that never runs dry. I know well the danger of overworking and overextending oneself, but that is not what I am experiencing at the moment. While I have learnt to bathe my spirit in be-ing over doing, to welcome unscheduled days and open calendars, I am fortunate to engage in work that is meaningful and fruitful, joy-filled and energizing. Again, sad to say, but even this is a luxury. Many (most?) people find themselves in less than satisfying jobs with little prospects of further learning and growing and advancing themselves. That in itself drains rather than generates energy. Holidays away then become the much needed fueling station in order to supply the refreshment and energy that work fails to deliver.

The final factor which makes a stay-cation more attractive than a holiday away is of a rather different nature than the previous ones. I confess my mixed feelings about this, but I am living into a limiting physical ability (whoever said the “joys of aging”?!) which shows up in varying and sobering ways. It’s just plain easier to keep the sleep apnea machine set up at my own bedside, to nap on my own couch when the day is too strenuous and to deal with my creaking knees in familiar surroundings. It is a humbling experience to live into physical limitations with some grace and humour.

Writing this reflection followed an intriguing trajectory. At first I could only think of two factors that make a stay-cation desirable. The more I delved into this reflection, however, the more factors revealed themselves. The process of intentional reflecting bears fruit every time; who was it again who said “the unexamined life is not worth living“?

A healthy and re-energizing stay-cation indeed comes with a price-tag, one that should not be taken for granted. Resentfully staying home as the only option is not a stay-cation. In fact, stay-cations, while easy on the pocket-book, might be more costly in other ways if they are to provide the refreshment of mind and spirit we all need. They can only be rejuvenating holidays with the luxuries of privacy, stable and safe relational space, ready access to nature’s energy source, and life-giving work, while the sobering aging process adds a practical allure to staying home.

So I am counting abundant blessings in choosing a stay-cation, enjoying it immensely with thanks to God for so much goodness. Let these blessings never become a source of entitlement, pride or arrogance, O God. Rather, let me grow ever more mindful and compassionate towards those who deserve equal measures of these essential nutrients for the human spirit but are prevented from accessing these through no fault of their own. I pray that more and more people can say:

“Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.”
~ Robert Montgomery

“Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are happiest.”
Henry W. Longfellow

Would you choose a stay-cation? Why or why not?

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