Monday, December 10, 2018

Advent 2C 2018


Advent 2C 2018

St. Matthew’s Eugene



First, I want to thank Patti for inviting me back. And thanks to you all, for the warm welcome. For those who are new, hello! I’m Carter Hawley. I currently work for Bishop Michael as canon for administration and archdeacon, and previously served here as deacon. It is indeed good to see you. And second, thanks for inviting me to preach during Advent. Forget rain drops on roses and snowflakes and kittens.  Advent contains most of my favorite things.  Prophets.  Hymns I love, and the word “harbinger”.

First you’ve got the general themes of advent. Preparing, waiting, watching. And while I’m good at preparing, waiting isn’t one of my strengths. But looking around in our culture, I’d suggest few of us are good at it anymore. Waiting is something that’s not only devalued in our society, it’s almost a sign of weakness. We’re living in times of immediate gratification, one-click ordering and one day shipping. To wait for something means you are wasting your time and don’t have sufficient resources to speed everything up around you. I love Amazon delivery. One click, and a bag of dog food is delivered to my downtown apartment. Easier than schlepping it on a bike!

And to be clear, waiting isn’t necessarily fun; it always indicates that someone else is in control of something important to you. Your order, your doctor’s appearance, the water to boil, traffic to let up.  We don’t like wasting our time,  and we don’t like being dependent upon someone else’s timeline and priorities.  It indicates that we are in fact, not in control. But instead of being frustrated, maybe we can look at it as a pause – albeit of someone else’s choosing. But when you’re waiting, you aren’t doing, running, or solving anything. Times of waiting can provide needed space, time to hear yourself think. 

Today we hear all about John the Baptist. Not only is the Gospel focused on John, but in the place of a regular Psalm, we hear another passage from Luke, known as the song of Zechariah. Zechariah was the father of John the Baptist, and this canticle, or song is all about John the Baptist. An angel came to Zechariah, explaining that his old barren wife Elizabeth would bear a son and they should name the child John. When he questioned the likelihood of this unbelievable birth, he was rendered unable to speak until the child was born and named.  When his son was born, he wrote a note that the child’s name would be John, and he could again speak. What he spoke was this song, the Song of Zechariah.  “You my child will be called the prophet of the most high” Tender words from an old unexpected father. 

So back to the Gospel. It begins with the lengthy run down of places and rulers and on first blush, seems not relevant. “In the fifteenth year of the reign of Emperor Tiberius. . . “  etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.  Why do we care who was in charge? There are a couple of reasons to care. The first is that this is how stories were told, to put the story in context of time (the 15th year) and space (governor of Judea).  They didn’t have clocks and calendars like we know them, so this was a way to mark a moment.

But there’s another interesting thing this section does. It gives us a very clear and early picture of what Jesus cares about, where he goes, and who he serves.  We’re at a time where the Roman empire has brutally conquered this region of the world. They were not known to be benevolent or kind in any manner. The people were oppressed and tired. They’re waiting for their savior to ride in on a white horse and kick those Romans to the curb.  The seat of power of the Roman empire is, in fact, Rome. So if there’s going to be a change in this world, it’s going to take place in Rome, right?  And that’s how this place setting phrase begins. In the 15th year of the rule of Emperor Tiberius – Rome. But then it continues. In Judea – but at least it’s a Roman in Judea.  But wait.  While all of these names are institutions of power, they’re getting further and further away from Rome and the Romans. By the end, we’re not even on the map. We’re in the wilderness, coming to a nobody. And this is who’s going to prepare the way? To usher in a new world?   Yes! Precisely.  And the same happens when Jesus arrives, in the backwater village of Bethlehem.  And it continues through Jesus’ ministry.  He loves all.  He dines with tax collectors and sinners. He heals the unclean. He seeks and serves the lost, the least and the last.  And he asks us to, too.  And John is sent to usher in this new world.

So what are to make of John the Baptist, with his animal skin clothes, insect diet, and wild hair?  What does it mean to be a prophet after all?  Culturally, there are two things I think of when I hear prophet, both of which are not entirely accurate, or at least don’t do John the Baptist justice. The first notion is that a prophet can see in the future. Truth be told, they cannot.  But what a prophet does do is to envision a world in the future that’s right and true. Using language from Presiding Bishop Michael Curry, prophets hold out for us God’s dream. That can be inspiring and promising, and comforting.  There is another way. 

The challenge with prophets is while some inspire and make real this vision of the future, other prophets are called to identify and name where we are now. Again, using Bishop Curry’s language, our human nightmare. Here’s where we are (hand down low), and here’s where we can be. 

That’s where the second image problem comes for prophets.  Once a prophet has identified God’s dream, and our human nightmare, a prophet identifies the breach – the gap between where we are, and where we might be. This is where we get the image of the bible-waving street corner prophet. You’re all doomed. Repent.  This kind of prophet, the John the Baptist kind of prophet makes us really uncomfortable. First, maybe their vision of the future is not my vision. And second, who do they think they are telling me I’m doomed?

To be clear, we need all kinds of prophets. Outlining the vision of where things can be, of God’s dream is critical and it gives hope.  And calling out the bad is also important, especially when society grows complacent. Someone needs to call out the wrong. The farther we are from God’s dream, the more we need the truth-telling prophets. It’s uncomfortable. John’s uncomfortable. And it’s necessary. 

John the prophet knows what this new world is to be like. He sees God’s dream for us.  And John also sees the human nightmare that people were living in, a nightmare of their own making. He called the out to turn away from those ways, and head towards the dream. 

We are all called to be prophets.  Not the scary condemning or freaky fortune teller kinds. I would challenge you this next year to give some thought to where you are called to be a prophet. Where do you see a human nightmare? Or of all of the nightmares you see, where are you most drawn?

And once you land on your nightmare, how are you called to be a prophet? To be the dream-maker, inspiring people to see and live into God’s dream for them? To provide hope and vision? Or are you called, like John, to be a truth-teller, to call out this human nightmare we are causing. Again, both are needed.  And because of that, maybe we need to find someone who’s the other kind of prophet, to go out in pairs.  To hold out God’s dream, and to call out the human nightmare. 

Whichever way you do it, be a prophet. As Zachariah tells you, “You, my child, shall be called a prophet of the most high”. 

Amen.  





                                 

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

December 4 #AdventWord #FOCUS



Today, I'm thinking about what focus isn't. It isn't multi-tasking. Other than when we're talking about computer processers, we should eliminate the concept from our vocabulary. Studies have found that humans cannot multi-task. We may be increasingly efficient at switching between one thing and another, but during that switch, everything suffers - time is lost as your brain re-focuses on its new task, and you have to quickly recall where you were with the new task. It's a dumb concept for humans. 


I'm striving to be less multi-tasked at work, in my brain and with my family, to actually focus on one thing at a time. Novel, huh?  


     At work, I have a ginormous list that I've historically flit through. Recently, I've identified the 3-5 things I need to accomplish today. Magically, when I focus on the big things, they are completed. When my 3-5 things turns into 10 because of a super-busy day, I lean on gimmicky-but-effective tools, like the Pomodoro Method, which work very well for me. 


     At home, I will keep the phone down at all times, except when I'm alone. or need to do something as a part of our conversation. I'll listen intently.


     In my head, I'm really good at pretending to multi-task. I think hundreds of thoughts, each of which receives about 3 seconds of my attention. That means they're all half-baked, both the bad and the good. Journaling in the morning has helped that. I spend 20 minutes writing. It affords me the time, and trains my brain to finish a thought; to focus on one thought to its completion. How else would I have had anything to say about Focus? And how else would I take time for thinking about faith and God?


For this new church year, I aim to continue to focus on where I am, what I'm doing, who I'm with. I'd like to increase my focus on what I think about faith, God and that dance I'm in with the Holy.