O God, embodied in a
human life, we believe and trust in you. Jesus our brother, born of the woman
Mary, you confronted the proud and the powerful, and welcomed as your friends
those of no account.
Talking about God is riskier than walking a tightrope across the Grand
Canyon, because beneath our confident words is the inconvenient question: do we
really know God’s actions in this world? It isn’t like ChatGPT or some AI program can definitively
tell us what God is up to in the world.
Rather, we are given glimpses, traces, of God’s grace. Like footprints left in the sand where the
Sacred has already been. Then, we let
loose our inner Sherlock Holmes meet Jessica Fletcher in the great mystery of
faith. What is God up to today? I don’t know.
So, I search for the clues in scripture, past experiences of the holy in
my life, moments of quiet, and movements of my soul to open to God in the
present. The words above claim that
God’s love could not be contained, but came to us in flesh, breath, and bone of
Jesus the Christ. Jesus, born a
vulnerable infant, is so counterintuitive to the brash bullying of the world
today that values only prestige, power, and privilege. Jesus welcomed the least, lost, lonely, and
left out both because that was his experience as a baby and what Scripture
commanded (see Exodus 22:21, Leviticus 19:33-34, and Deuteronomy 10:18-19). Jesus walked prophetically with one foot just
inside the religious system and one foot outside to reach the
marginalized. Jesus could confront the
religious with love and then extend God’s love to all who felt forgotten by
religion. This is true not only then and
there, but here and now. We are called
to both stand alongside the immigrant, oppressed, hurting, and forgotten and stay
open to God’s work inside the body of Christ called “the church”. The church is a very human institution. We have foibles and failings. God is reforming, refashioning, and
re-storying the church again and again.
We claim our brokenness of the past.
The harmful, even hateful, actions of agism, racism, sexism, homophobia,
transphobia, xenophobia, ableism, and silence on mental health. Yet, these problems will take more than
throwing money at them to fully reconcile and restore right relationships. I take heart that Jesus didn’t change
everyone’s heart. It wasn’t like on
Easter Sunday everyone realized what God was up to. Truth is, I often miss God in my life. Yet, I prayerfully seek to love God with all
my mind, heart, soul, and strength; to love my neighbor as myself…knowing there
is no finish line for this work, but it is the holy calling of my whole
life. Amen.


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