Christian Teachings We Rarely Ponder: Attacment vs. Detachment

-->
Matthew 19:16-30
January 26, 2014

 Then someone came to him and said, ‘Teacher, what good deed must I do to have eternal life?’ And he said to him, ‘Why do you ask me about what is good? There is only one who is good. If you wish to enter into life, keep the commandments.’ He said to him, ‘Which ones?’ And Jesus said, ‘You shall not murder; You shall not commit adultery; You shall not steal; You shall not bear false witness; Honor your father and mother; also, You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ The young man said to him, ‘I have kept all these; what do I still lack?’ Jesus said to him, ‘If you wish to be perfect, go, sell your possessions, and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me.’ When the young man heard this word, he went away grieving, for he had many possessions.
 Then Jesus said to his disciples, ‘Truly I tell you, it will be hard for a rich person to enter the kingdom of heaven. Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.’ When the disciples heard this, they were greatly astounded and said, ‘Then who can be saved?’ But Jesus looked at them and said, ‘For mortals it is impossible, but for God all things are possible.’
 Then Peter said in reply, ‘Look, we have left everything and followed you. What then will we have?’ Jesus said to them, ‘Truly I tell you, at the renewal of all things, when the Son of Man is seated on the throne of his glory, you who have followed me will also sit on twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel. And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or fields, for my name’s sake, will receive a hundredfold, and will inherit eternal life. But many who are first will be last, and the last will be first.

            A man was once visited by an angel in his sleep, and the angel told him that he was going to die the next day. The man begged the angel to let him finish his many projects, but the angel told him that death comes like a thief and to be ready. Then the man begged the angel to let him take something into heaven with him. “No, no,” the angel replied, “no one gets to take anything with them.” The man persisted: “Please, please!  Just one little thing,… just one little suitcase!” Finally, after much begging and groveling by the man, the angel relented. He would be allowed to bring one suitcase. 

            The next day the man died, and showed up at the Pearly Gates with his suitcase in tow. Dragging it along the ground, he stood before St. Peter, who said, “Well, well, so you’re the one with the suitcase. Before you can come in we have to inspect it—new security measures and all.” The man opened the suitcase before St. Peter, who stared at it for a long time, stroking his chin. The suitcase was filled with gleaming gold bricks. St. Peter finally closed the suitcase and said, “I heard that you desperately wanted to bring this into heaven. What I don’t understand is why you would make such a big fuss about bringing in pavement.” 

            If you could take something with you when it’s all over, what would it be? That’s kind of the problem, isn’t it? We don’t get that choice. As Job said, “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return there; the Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away…”

            Another way of saying this is that we come into the world with nothing, and we leave having to give up everything. In a lifetime we build up so much—possessions, property, power, prestige, capital, clothing, cars,… everything. The slow loss of all of this material we’ve built up is one of the things that makes aging so difficult for so many people. Aging can be a process of detaching from everything we’re attached to whether we want to or not.

            I’ve seen this struggle to let go of things in so many members who have faced the difficulty of deciding to move to Passavant Retirement Community in Zelienople or Sherwood Oaks Retirement Community in Cranberry Township. One of the hardest things for people deciding to move to a retirement community is giving up so much of what they’ve accumulated over the years. They have to give up their home, furniture, things they’ve been storing for decades, and items that have memories. Aging can really be difficult because it means giving up so much.

When I think of the pain of giving up so much as we age, I can’t help but think about an experience I had in in 1987. I spent that summer in Washington, D.C. working as a chaplain at a local hospital. All summer long I had heard about a particular patient from the other chaplains, a guy who had moved from floor to floor in the hospital. 

He was a man with an interesting history. Until his retirement a few years earlier, he had been a senior vice-president at the World Bank. He had been a man of power. Leaders the world over had kowtowed to him in their attempts to procure loans for important projects in their countries. When he retired, he retired as one of the most influential and powerful men in the world. Unfortunately for him, by the time he came to the hospital, he was a very different man. He had no more power, and without the power that came with his position, he was lost. 

He had been in the hospital for some sort of kidney problem. Each time he would have some sort of medical procedure that required him to leave a particular floor of the hospital, he would be transferred to another floor. Why? Because he had irritated the nurses and staff of that floor so much that they refused to take him back after he left.  Slowly, he was transferred to each floor of the hospital throughout the summer. By the end of the summer, he was transferred to the floor I was responsible for. 

What did he do to earn the scorn of the hospital staff? It was his yelling and demanding. It would start once he woke up in the morning. He would begin yelling in a low voice, “Nurse.”  Then he would get progressively louder: “Nurse! Nurse!! NURSE! NURSE! BLANK-BLANK IT! (you can fill in the blank) GET IN HERE!” The nurse would come in and ask what was wrong. The man would say something like “I don’t like my pillow.” 

A few minutes later it would start all over again: “Nurse.  Nurse!  Nurse!!  NURSE! NURSE! The nurse would come in and ask what was wrong, and he would say, “I want some water.” Each time he would make it sound as though the world was falling apart, yet he would ask for something minor. If the nurse refused to help him, he would hurl curses at her or him. You would think that the hospital staff might be able to get his family to intervene and get him to behave, but his wife had left him years before and his son wanted to have nothing to do with him. 

One morning, he was yelling and screaming up a storm because the nurses were ignoring him, and so I decided to visit him. His arms were strapped down because he would get angry and pull his I.V.s out in his temper tantrums. I walked in and asked him what was wrong. He said, “Who are you?” “I’m a chaplain,” I replied. “Take these things off my arms,” he said. “I can’t do that.” “Well, get someone in here who can.” “There isn’t anybody who will take them off,” I answered. “Then get me the hospital administrator.” “I can’t do that either.” “Then what (blanking) good are you?” 

After thinking for a while, I finally responded, “I’m not much good, but I’m the last person in the hospital who’s willing to sit and talk with you. You’ve managed to tick off everyone else in the hospital to the point that they don’t even want to help you. You’ve tried to bully everyone, and it’s left you here alone. I’m the only one left willing to sit and talk with you.” He looked at me for a while, and finally said, “Okay, then why don’t you sit with me.” We actually had a nice conversation as he told me his life story. And it became apparent to me that he was deeply lost by having had to give up so much in his retirement. He had had power. Now he was powerless, and didn’t know how to live without power. He was trying to carry pavement.

            Having to give up so much is what makes aging difficult, yet willingly giving up possessions and power is what makes spiritual growth possible. As long as our lives are filled with attachment to things, we remain spiritually poor, but as soon as we are able to detach and give up things, we become spiritually rich. I’m not necessarily saying that we have to give up possessions to become spiritually rich, but we do have to give up our attachment, our reliance, on things.

            Our passage is telling us about this idea of detachment. A very wealthy young man has come up to Jesus to ask him what he must do to merit eternal life. He’s not asking what he has to do to get into heaven when he dies. His question has to do with his own disquiet. He has been a good Jew. He has kept the law. He has done everything that a person is supposed to do to feel a sense of meaning and purpose in her or his life. Yet he knows there’s something more, something missing from his life.

            The “eternal life” he’s seeking is a deep connection with God. He follows the law, but feels as though God is still missing from his life. Eternal life has to do with living a life here on earth that is deeply connected with God. The rich young man feels he lacks that connection, so he asks Jesus what he can do to capture that connection. Jesus tells him to sell all that he has, give it to the poor, and to follow him. Jesus is really telling the young man that he has turned his wealth and his possessions into a false god. He cares more about them than about God. It is possible to have great wealth and still care more about God, but this man does not have that. It’s the reason Jesus says, “it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.” The wealthier we become, the more we worry about the wealth and about losing the wealth. We become too “attached” to the material world, and Jesus is saying that we need to “detach.”

            The twin concepts of attachment and detachment had been central to Christianity up till our modern age, but the message has been diminished in our culture. What are these ideas? They are fairly simple ideas, although they are hard to live out. The idea is that we always tend to get too attached to things or the world, which causes us to lose our love for, and connection with, God, the sacred, and the divine. The answer, when we become too attached, is to detach from the things of the world. It is to detach from our overreliance on possessions, wealth, power, and more. That does not mean that we give up all of our possessions, wealth, and power. It means that we detach from them so that even if we have them, we could lose them and still feel like we have meaning and purpose in life. We possess things, but they don’t possess us.

            Detachment is at the core of the Christian ideals of generosity and tithing. We are called to be generous with our time and money, and to tithe 10%, as a way of pushing ourselves to make sure that we are not overly attached to our wealth. By giving to others and to God, we detach from wealth and connect with God.

            Detachment is also at the core of love. When we deeply love another, whether it is our child, spouse, friend, or stranger, we are willing to give up and sacrifice ourselves.

            The idea of detachment doesn’t mean giving everything up, although many in Christianity’s past took it to mean that. The whole monastic movement rightly started as an attempt to detach from the things of the world. It recognized that too many people were too dependent on things, wealth, and material. The problem with the monastic movement is that in the past they became too attached to detachment. They wanted to detach so much that they became attached to being virtuous. Over time monasteries also became fairly wealthy places in the Middle Ages, even if the monks themselves didn’t have personal possessions. They often lived in the equivalent of mansions. As one Franciscan brother once said to me, “It can cost a lot of people a lot of money to keep us in poverty.”

            We have an opposite problem in modern Christianity. One of the reasons I often talk about the problems with the “prosperity gospel,” the message preached in so many megachurches, is that it aligns God with attachment to things. It preaches a message that if we are good, faithful, and holy, God will bless us with possessions, wealth, and things. Yet the deeper Christianity teaches that it is attachment to possessions and wealth that actually pulls us away from God. Much of modern Christianity teaches a message that is at odds with the original Christian ideals.

            The real idea behind detachment is to not become attached in the first place. It’s to have possessions, but not to let them have you. It is town things, but don’t let them own you. It is to have ideas and philosophies, but don’t turn them into false gods. It is to hold onto what’s good and right and what matters, rather than becoming stuck on things that don’t matter. It means don’t get caught carrying around pavement.

            We may not be called to give everything up like the rich young man, but we are called to detach. And the way you can tell if you’re overly attached to anything is the extent to which you would make whatever it is more important than God.

            Amen.

Christian Teachings We Rarely Ponder: True vs. False Self

-->
John 7:1-18
January 12, 2014

After this Jesus went about in Galilee. He did not wish to go about in Judea because the Jews were looking for an opportunity to kill him. Now the Jewish festival of Booths was near. So his brothers said to him, ‘Leave here and go to Judea so that your disciples also may see the works you are doing; for no one who wants to be widely known acts in secret. If you do these things, show yourself to the world.’ (For not even his brothers believed in him.) Jesus said to them, ‘My time has not yet come, but your time is always here. The world cannot hate you, but it hates me because I testify against it that its works are evil. Go to the festival yourselves. I am not going to this festival, for my time has not yet fully come.’ After saying this, he remained in Galilee.
 But after his brothers had gone to the festival, then he also went, not publicly but as it were in secret. The Jews were looking for him at the festival and saying, ‘Where is he?’ And there was considerable complaining about him among the crowds. While some were saying, ‘He is a good man’, others were saying, ‘No, he is deceiving the crowd.’ Yet no one would speak openly about him for fear of the Jews.
 About the middle of the festival Jesus went up into the temple and began to teach. The Jews were astonished at it, saying, ‘How does this man have such learning, when he has never been taught?’ Then Jesus answered them, ‘My teaching is not mine but his who sent me. Anyone who resolves to do the will of God will know whether the teaching is from God or whether I am speaking on my own. Those who speak on their own seek their own glory; but the one who seeks the glory of him who sent him is true, and there is nothing false in him.

            This week Rev. Frierson and I start a new sermon series that’s actually a bit difficult for us. We decided to do a series on Christian teachings that we rarely think about, which is hard because trying to figure out what we don’t think about it tough. There are lot of reasons we rarely ponder them, but the more common is that they are teachings that have gone out of style because the religion has gotten so tied up with the surrounding culture that people don’t think about these teachings. Yet these are teachings that have been around for thousands of years. Most have been forgotten simply because of Christian trends. In other words, Christianity and its surrounding culture get so mixed together that the beliefs of the culture become dominant in Christianity, and perhaps even lead us away from Christian faith. So, people forget these other teachings, especially if they don’t fit with the surrounding culture.

            The problem of forgetting is true of our lesson for today. It is a lesson taught for thousands of years in Christianity, but that’s been forgotten by many of our modern Christians. I want to introduce our lesson by sharing a story with you that I’ve been mulling over for thirty years. I first heard it when I was in my twenties, and it’s led me to struggle a bit with it ever since.

            There was a woman who was in a terrible car accident and had a near death experience. She was lifted up to heaven and stood before the Pearly Gates. St. Peter looked at her and said, “Before you can enter, you need to answer a question: ‘Who Are You?’”

            The woman looked at him and said, “I’m the mayor’s wife.” He replied, “I didn’t ask you who you were married to, I asked you who you are.” She said, “Well,… I’m the mother of four children.” He shook his head and said, “I didn’t ask you who you were the mother of, I asked you who you are.” She looked down for a moment, and then said, “I’m a Christian.” He replied, “I didn’t ask you what religion you were, I asked you who you are.” She said, “I’m the one who went to church every Sunday and gave to the poor.” He replied, “I didn’t ask you where you went to church, or what you did for the poor, I asked you who you are.”

            No matter what she replied, he kept hammering at her with the same response. Finally, he told her it was not her time, and that she needed to return to earth and discover who she was. And that made all the difference in her life. Her life changed in amazing ways.
           
            As I said, this is a favorite story I’ve been mulling over for thirty years. I remember the first time I told it in a sermon when I was an associate pastor. Afterwards, several people complained to the senior pastor that they didn’t understand my stories. I understand. I’m not sure I understand this story either, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not powerful and not one to ponder. This story gets to the heart of a Christian teaching we rarely ponder. Perhaps it’s because we rarely ponder it that people don’t understand this story.

            This story calls on us to define ourselves by who we most deeply are, not by all the things we do. Unfortunately, our culture is big on activity, accomplishments, and actions. We define ourselves by what we do. But does God?

            At your core, who are you? What’s your true nature? That’s a question that most of us have a really hard time answering, and the reason has to do with our false self. The term “false self” is actually a psychological term coined in the 1960s, but it reflects a deeper spiritual teaching that goes back to the story of Adam and Eve. They had a true purpose that is brought out very early on in their story: they were to walk with God and tend to the garden. Who were they? They were God’s companions and caretakers of Eden But that’s not what they wanted for themselves. They wanted more. They wanted to be what God was by gaining knowledge reserved for God. They lost their sense of purpose and of who they were. The Eden story says something about us. We also don’t generally know who we are.

            Each and every one of us struggles between our true self, which is who God created us to be, and our false self, which is who we try to create ourselves to be. We all have an essential struggle: Am I the person God created me to be, or have I let my pride, my fears, my hurts, my ambitions, my desires rule me and turn me into something else?

            A lot of times we let all that false stuff lead us astray. Let me share another favorite story about another woman who met St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. There was a woman who died and met St. Peter. St. Peter reviewed her life and said, “You know, you weren’t a very nice woman? Did you ever care about anyone but yourself?” The woman thought for a bit. She couldn’t remember being nice to anyone.

            St. Peter said, “If you can find one act of love in your life, you can enter heaven.  She thought and thought, and finally said, “I know, I once gave a carrot to a beggar on the street.” St. Peter smiled and said, “Because of the love invested in that one act, you can enter heaven. So he gave her the very carrot she had given to the beggar. Grasping it, the love invested in that one carrot began to lift her up to heaven. A man walking by saw her rise and grabbed her leg, and he also rose. Another man grabbed his leg and rose, too. Soon, fifty people were rising heavenward in a chain, each one grabbing the other’s leg. 

            The woman, too enraptured by the power of the carrot, didn’t even notice the heavenward procession being lifted by her carrot until she looked down. When she noticed them, she was horrified. “Off! Off, all of you! Let go of me! This is my carrot, not yours. You can’t come with me!” With that, she let go of the carrot to pry them off of her leg, and all tumbled back to earth. A twig of love in her heart had lifted her to heaven, but the root of selfishness—pride—plunged her back to earth.

            The woman had love buried deep in her, but she wasn’t willing to let it live through her. Ultimately the problem all of us share, and that pulls us away from who we most deeply are, is pride. And pride is the worst of all sins because it hides and pretends to be something else. Pride is our false self that keeps us from truly becoming who God created us to be.

            Each of us is created in God’s image, but the question really is what we do with that image. The Eastern Orthodox faith has a wonderful concept that I think we Protestants could adopt. They say that we were created in God’s image, but our lifelong task is growing into God’s likeness. It’s not enough to have an image. We need to reflect God throughout our lives because that is deeply part of who we are. Pride causes us to diminish God’s likeness in us by leading us to create false faces that cover up our lack of confidence in who we truly are. We all do this. We build layer and layer of falseness to cover up pains, fears, struggles, and more.

            We are like Russian nesting dolls. You know these dolls. They are large dolls that pull apart to reveal an exact, but smaller replica inside. That replica pulls apart to reveal a smaller replica. And that pulls apart to reveal a smaller replica, which pulls apart to reveal a tiny doll inside. Our true self is like that miniature doll inside that is covered over with larger, but hollow, false dolls. We don’t tend to let people know who we are at our deepest levels, so we present false faces. The Christian ideal is to let that deepest person become who we truly are on both the inside and outside.

            This doesn’t mean that if you are crabby on the inside, it’s okay to be crabby on the outside. Crabbiness is not part of our true self. Think about why you get crabby. You’re tired. Your family is talking to you too early in the morning. People aren’t doing what you want. The central factor in all that is Me, Me, Me, Me, Me. It’s pride. Crabbiness comes out of our false self. It’s a manifestation of a need to be in more control. If you are constantly crabby, you’ve let pride grow too strong.

            Pride is the falseness that hides the truth, and it is what causes us to be critical of others, self-protective around others, scared of others, overly compliant with others, dishonest with others. You name a problem in this world, and I’ll show you pride at its center: politics, greed, envy, addictions, insensitivity, war, ignorance, neglect, vanity, selfishness, and sooooo much more.

            Let me close out the sermon by sharing with you a few other stories that capture the conflict between our true and false selves.

            Max had been married to Millie for over 55 years. On Millie’s birthday, she sent him to her best friend’s house to personally deliver a piece of birthday cake. Max, who walked with a cane, walked over a half mile to deliver the cake. He rang the doorbell and the friend answered. Max said, “Millie wanted so much to share her birthday cake with you to celebrate her 86th birthday.” The friend was touched, and replied, “This is so nice of you. Thank you. Please let Millie know how happy I am to see her live such a long life—all the way to 86!” Max thanked her and walked home.

            About two hours later an exhausted Max rang the friend’s doorbell again. When she opened to the door, Max said, “I’m really sorry to bother you again. Millie sent me back to tell you that really she’s only 85.” Pride. Control. Letting out too much of the false self.

            A conductor was furiously running the orchestra through its final paces for their major performance on Saturday evening. He conducted with passion and intensity. Meanwhile, in the background a man on the set construction crew hammered away at a piece of scenery. Eventually the conductor couldn’t stand the distraction. He bellowed for the orchestra to stop, and then put his hands on his hips while glaring at the man. The man stopped his hammering, looked up, and said, “Oh,… don’t worry. Your music isn’t bothering me. Please continue.” Pride.

            Finally, there was a scientist who realized that he could cheat death if he used his cloning talents to make exact copies of himself. He knew that if the Angel of Death couldn’t tell which on was he, he could live forever. So he made twelve exact replicas of himself. They were perfect. Not one flaw.

            The Angel of Death came to collect him one day, and came across the scientist and his twelve replicas. The angel was stumped. He wasn’t allowed to collect anyone whose time wasn’t due. The angel looked at all thirteen of them and walked away dejected. Suddenly the angel spun around and gathered the thirteen together. He praised the scientist for his work, saying, “You are amazing, whichever one you are. You have done what only God could do. I bow before you and your brilliance. Of course, you know there is only one flaw.”

            With that the scientist jumped out and said, “No there isn’t! Where? Where? I demand to know!” That’s your flaw: your pride in yourself.”

            Ultimately the image God created us in is an image of God’s love that God calls us to live out in a unique way only we can live. The question is, will we let that person become you in real life.

            Amen.

Seeing by the Light of Christ

-->
John 1:6-18
January 5, 2014

There was a man sent from God, whose name was John. He came as a witness to testify to the light, so that all might believe through him. He himself was not the light, but he came to testify to the light. The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world.
 He was in the world, and the world came into being through him; yet the world did not know him. He came to what was his own, and his own people did not accept him. But to all who received him, who believed in his name, he gave power to become children of God, who were born, not of blood or of the will of the flesh or of the will of man, but of God.
 And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son, full of grace and truth. (John testified to him and cried out, ‘This was he of whom I said, “He who comes after me ranks ahead of me because he was before me.” ’) From his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace. The law indeed was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. No one has ever seen God. It is God the only Son, who is close to the Father’s heart, who has made him known.

            I have two weird obsessions. I realize that most of us have some strange obsessions. With it being the New Year and all, I decided that I should confess some of mine.

            My first obsession is with pens. I love pens. I love all sorts of pens. I think that my obsession with pens has to do with the fact that I’m a cartoonist (something most of you don’t know) and a writer (most of you know). As a result, I have special pens for everything. I have a pen that I use for balancing my checkbook—one that won’t bleed through the other side of the register. I have a special pen on my desk that I write with that was handmade by a member who moved away, Rick Steadham. I have a special Cross gel pen that I carry in my jacket pocket that clicks open from the middle, not the bottom or top end. I have a space pen that I carry in my pocket in the summers. And I have a very special fountain pen that I write my deepest thoughts down with. This is a really special pen that I bought after publishing my first book. It’s one that I’ve outlined all my other books with.

            I also have an obsession with flashlights. I have them all over our house. I have a small LED one that I carry with me when I take the garbage out at night or get the paper in the morning. We kind of live in the country, and there are some critters around. This light lets them know I’m coming. I also have a small Maglite that I use when my dog is with me so that I can see where she’s gone. This is especially necessary in the winter because she’s a little white dog who blends in with the snow. There’s also a large Maglite that I carry outside at times, especially when the farmer has put manure down in the cornfield next to our house. Unfortunately, our dog loves to sniff and eat manure. This Maglite shines brightly for a half a mile. It helps me find her in the field so that I can grab her out of the manure.

            I own two other special flashlights. One is an ultraviolet light, and it helps me find where our dog has peed (apparently half my flashlights are dog-oriented). In the winter she doesn’t like to pee outside, so occasionally she’ll pee in a hidden spot. I need this flashlight to find what I normally couldn’t see under normal light. I also have a very special flashlight that’s attached to a nightscope. I mentioned before that we have a lot of critters in the field and woods next to our house, and this helps me to find them. It especially helps me to see coyotes when they are wandering around outside. I don’t see them very often, but they are there, and the nightscope light, which you can’t see with your naked eye, lights up the nighttime woods and fields.

            When I think of Christ being the light, I think about my flashlights, but not just my regular flashlights. I think about my ultraviolet and nightscope flashlights. They help me to see and recognize things that are already there, but that I can’t see on my own.

            Our passage says that Jesus is the light of the world, and that John testified to him being the light. It says, “There was a man sent from God, whose name was John. He came as a witness to testify to the light, so that all might believe through him. He himself was not the light, but he came to testify to the light. The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world.” Christ helps us to see what we would otherwise miss out of ignorance, indifference, or insolence.

            For me, learning to look by the light of Christ began in seminary, and continued in graduate school. When I first went to seminary, I didn’t really look at the world by Christ’s light. Even though I had joined a church and declared myself to be a Christian, I really looked at the world through the light of the culture I grew up in. I grew up on the Mainline of Philadelphia and in Sewickley, both very wealthy areas that looked at the world by the light of massive wealth. As a result, the light I looked at the world by a very Republican light.

            I don’t mean that as a criticism of Republicans. I mean it as an indication that neither the Republican nor Democratic lights are Christ’s lights. My light was very much a conservative, Republican light. I voted for Ronald Reagan twice, and for George H.W. Bush. I followed a Republican mantra.

            I also was a serious Ayn Rand disciple. You may not know who she is, but if you have paid attention to politics in the last election you would know that she was the guru for much of the Tea Party, and the guiding light for vice-presidential candidate Paul Ryan’s economic ideas. Ayn Rand is dead now, but in the 1940s she wrote The Fountainhead, a book about self-sufficient ideals, and in the 1950s she wrote her most famous novel, Atlas Shrugged, a massive novel about the pursuit of a pure capitalistic society free of socialism’s decay. Both books became my bibles—almost like an Old Testament and a New Testament. They were the lights by which I looked at the world through, advocating a rugged self-sufficiency, a la The Fountainhead, and an uncompromising, unsentimental, purely free-market Capitalism, a la Atlas Shrugged. My capitalism had little room for compassion and concern for those who couldn’t survive in a survival-of-the-fittest world.

            Then I went to seminary. And I struggled there because having to read the Bible, and especially the gospels, forced me to rethink everything I had thought. It forced me to look at the world by Christ’s compassionate light, not Ayn Rand’s socially darwinistic light. And Christ’s light is a VERY different light. Christ’s light is a light of love, compassion, and self-sacrifice for the poor, the marginalized, the outcast, and the misfit—all people who don’t fit well in Rand’s world.

            This process continued for me when I was in graduate school working on my Ph.D. Those studies forced me to take a step even deeper. Seminary helped me look at life through the lens of the gospels and the prophets. Grad school helped me to begin asking the question, “How is Christ calling me to think? What is Christ calling me to pay attention to? What is Christ calling me to do?” These are active questions. They forced me to look at every situation and ask, “God, how are you calling me to respond?”

            Both seminary and grad school both pushed me to begin looking at life by Christ’s light, and to intentionally ask what Christ wants. And that light led me to change the way I thought and acted.

            I recognized that Christ’s light in the gospels and in prayer call on us to focus on the poor, not the rich. That’s a tough light for those of us committed to a robust Capitalism. In fact the message of the whole Bible, from the law through the prophets, the gospels, and the epistles is one of sacrificial compassion for the poor, the marginalized, and the outcast. Think about what the Bible says. It tells us that it’s easier for a camel to walk through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the kingdom of God. Why? Because too much wealth makes us insensitive to the plight of the poor. Jesus says that where our treasure is, there our heart is, too. If our treasure is in treasure, then our heart will be in treasure. But if our treasure is in God, then our heart will be in God. These kinds of teachings are all throughout the gospels.
           
            The light of Christ also calls on to focus our attention on the outcast, not the incast (if that’s even a word). Virtually Jesus’ entire ministry was reaching out to the rejected and sinners. Read the gospels for yourself and see who Jesus focuses on. He is with the lame, the sick, those with leprosy, and with hemorrhages. These are people who are shunned because of their infirmities, which the people believed were evidence of their sin, or of their parents’ sin. Jesus ate and spent time with those considered to be deep sinners such as prostitutes, slaves, centurions, Syro-Phonecians, Canaanites, and so many others cast out of Jewish society.
           
            A great example of his willingness to care for the outcast comes in the story of Jesus with the woman by the well. It is midday, and he comes to a well where a woman is drawing water. He asks her to give him a drink. Do you know how many taboos he broke in that one moment? First, she was a Samaritan woman, meaning that she was part of a religion that was partly Jewish, but also partly an amalgamation of other religions. True Jews considered them to be the utmost of sinners. Second, she was at the well at midday, meaning that she was shunned by her own society. Women drew water in the morning and evening when it was cooler. She had to draw water at another time, meaning that she was possibly a prostitute. Also, she had been married six times and was living with a man who was not her husband. Again, sin, sin, sin. Jesus asked her to give him water. Men did not talk openly to women. That was taboo. The fact that he would have taken the cup of water from her defiled hands would have made him unclean for a week. Jesus broke many taboos to reach out this outcast, but he looked at life by a different light.

            Jesus also managed to cross the divide between conservatives and liberals, a divide that is so fixed in our modern, American culture. Most don’t think about the biblical groups as being conservative or liberal, but just as today there were people of both persuasions, the different parties Jesus dealt with were liberal and conservative. The Sadducees were the conservatives. They believed in the old ways of the Temple and in sacrifice for expiation for sins. They believed in a literal interpretation of the Bible and the law. The Pharisees were the liberals. They were liberal with the Law, interpreting it in ways that allowed for a belief in resurrection (the Sadducees did not believe in the afterlife), allowed an easing of restrictions against divorce, and allowed for worship of God in synagogues, which were the contemporary worship of those days. Jesus had a special talent because he united both the conservatives and the liberals in one mission: to get rid of him.

            Basically, Jesus was against “isms”—legalism, Jewishism, exclusivism, conservatism, liberalism, in-betweenism, and all other isms. He believed in looking at life by God’s light, not by the light of a fixed ideology.

            In our culture right now we have a hard time seeing by Christ’s light because we tend to follow political or cultural ideologies, not Christ. I’m about to irritate a number of you (if I haven’t already), and maybe even all of you. I’m doing it because I think part of my role is to push you as I’ve been pushed. As someone once said about the role of preachers, we are to “comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.” I’m supposed to get you to wonder whether you are looking at life by Christ’s light or another.

            The problem is that half of our culture follows a capitalistic form of Christianity that wasn’t what Jesus advocated. A great example recently comes in the criticisms of the new pope, Pope Francis. There are a significant number of media types who have been critical of Pope Francis, saying that he is a socialist or a Marxist. As you can tell what I’ve said so far, it’s obvious to me that these people have little willingness to look at the world by Christ’s light. I like this new pope, but I’m not wowed by what he is saying because he is just saying and doing what the Bible says to say and do. I think he is saying and doing what a pope should say and do. Still he is a GREAT example of looking by Christ’s light, but he stands out simply because not all popes or people in religious authority choose the full brightness of Christ’s light in the same way he has.

            The people who criticize the pope are false prophets. They want the world to look by the light of their world, not the light of Christ. If you aren’t sure how to tell a false prophet from a true prophet, let me give you this simple test. A false prophet is one who profits from his or her prophecy. True prophets don’t seek profit. They seek God’s way. Traditionally most prophets were somewhat poor. I’m not sure if there ever was a wealthy prophet, although Amos may have been… I’m not sure. The key is that these people who criticize Pope Francis are people whose prophecy is profit, not God.

            I see this same problem of shining a worldly light in the rise of a new, uniquely American form of the gospel, which is the “Prosperity Gospel.” You’ve heard me talk about it before. It is the gospel promoted by many of the megachurches across the country, and by people like Joel Osteen. Now I don’t want to overstate my case. I do recognize that these pastors and churches really do help people tremendously, and I think Joel Osteen is a good guy with a commitment to helping people. These prosperity gospel pastors do help people lift themselves up. But they also promote a gospel that is heavy on an Old Testament idea that was pretty much jettisoned by Jesus. This is the idea that if we are faithful and good, God will bless us with material things—with bling. And if we are unfaithful and bad, we will be punished or cursed or suffer bad things. That is not Jesus’ gospel. It is not the light Jesus shines. Jesus’ gospel is the gospel of telling the rich young man to sell all he has to follow him, of telling his followers that we will be judged by how we treat the poor, the hungry, the imprisoned, the naked, the lonely, and the sick.

            I don’t want to make it out like the light of Christ shines against the light of wealth that much of our culture shines on the world. The other half of our culture follows a humanistic light that increasingly puts God at the margins, and seems to be all about personal indulgence. It follows a more liberal agenda that might be more caring to the poor, but that lets everything else go. This is a light that promotes a gospel of promiscuity, self-indulgence, self-aggrandizement, and so much more. This is the gospel of sex and violence that our entertainment culture promotes. It is the gospel of nihilism and indifference that much of our literary culture promotes. It is the gospel of atheism and agnosticism that much of our intellectual culture promotes.

            This is the gospel that promotes sleeping with anyone so that we can find pleasure, but that ignores the true gospel saying that our sexuality should be an expression of love, and that commitment to each other is what brings meaning to sex. It is a culture that thinks that gambling is good if it raises taxes to fund services for the elderly, while failing to recognize that people are losing their homes, families, and lives from gambling. Recently I was connected with a woman in dire financial need because she gambled away $30,000 in one weekend at the Rivers Casino in Pittsburgh. Somehow that’s not the part about the goodness of gambling that gets presented in our culture.

            This false, self-indulgent gospel promotes things like the legalization of pot, which, to me, is the dumbest idea. I understand all the arguments for it, but for the life of me I can’t figure out how its legalization makes life better. Having spent time as a drug and alcohol counselor, I’ve seen how destructive all drugs can be. I do recognize the destructiveness of the one legal drug out there already, which is alcohol. Yet there is a major difference between it and every other drug. There are millions of people who will drink one drink because they like the taste and never, ever get drunk. They don’t want their mind and mood to be drastically altered. To them it’s a taste thing, not a mind/mood-altering thing. The Bible suggests that drinking wine is a gift, but that drunkenness never is (I realize that we also live in a culture that promotes drunkenness). The Bible sees the inability to control one’s drinking to be a problem. So what’s wrong with pot? The problem is that no one smokes it for the enjoyment of taste. No one says, “I want just one puff because it tastes so good, but I don’t want to get high.” The fact is that you smoke it for one reason—to get high. It’s designed to fuzz us out for self-indulgent reasons.

            Now, I’m not going to get all cranky about it or thump my pulpit over things like it that I have no control over. The legalization of pot will be opening a door to all sorts of other problems, and I’ll do what I always do, which is to try to be someone who can help people overcome those problems as they arise. That’s one reason I was trained as a drug and alcohol therapist.

            The point I’m making is that we are called to look at life by Christ’s light, a light that is clicked on when we make seeking what God wants our priority. This isn’t just following an ideal. It is an active asking of God, “how are you calling me to see, think, be, act, and do?” We are called to use this light when making decisions. For example, when it comes to issues like gun control, it’s a prayerful asking, “What kind of glock does God want me to own? How many guns does God want me to possess? What does God even think about guns? When it comes to things like pot it is asking, “How much pot does God want me to smoke?” With gambling, “How much money does to gamble on red 29?” When it comes to money, “How much money does God want me to have, and what does God want me to do with it?” The more  ridiculous questions seem when asking them of God reveals how little of the light of Christ we tend to shine on our lives.

            There is a simple test of the how much of Christ’s light we look by: does the light we follow lead us toward or away from love?

            Amen.