what goes around comes around, or does it?

This is my sermon for August 31, 2025, the Twelfth Sunday after Penetecost, Proper 17, Year C. We are using Wilda Gafneys’ A Women’s Lectionary for the Whole Church, and the readings were Obadiah 1:1-4, 10-15; Psalm 7:8-11; James 4:5-11; and Luke 17:1-4.

This week, as I read and listened to the news, including the most recent attack on a hospital in Gaza and the school shooting at the church in Minnesota, I was once again struck by how violent we can be when we believe we have been wronged.  Perhaps I should say how “indiscriminately violent” we can become because more and more it seems that we have no qualms about brutalizing and killing people who had absolutely nothing to do with the ways in which we feel wrong or have been harmed. It is as if our anger, our sense of betrayal, gives us free reign to enter into a seemingly endless cycle of violence and retribution that will do little, if anything, to heal our hurt, to cure the brokenness. Often, this seems to be done without compunction, with no sense that we could one day be on the receiving end of this kind of violence.  But Scripture tells us otherwise.

The first lesson today, in which this message is pretty clearly stated, is one that we likely have never heard preached in church before.  The prophesy of Obadiah, the shortest book in the Hebrew Scriptures, is not included in the Revised Common Lectionary, which is the custom in the Episcopal Church. We get it today because we are using Dr. Gafney’s A Women’s Lectionary for the Whole Church. And that is both a little bit of a preacher’s curse, but it is also a gift, because one of the gifts of reading, hearing, and reflecting on the lessons using Gafney’s lectionary the past few years is that it opens our hearts and minds to read, hear, and understand Scripture a bit differently than the customary lectionary.  The different combinations of readings, even without the differences in her translation, point to themes and to messages, it makes connections that are only possible when you read this group of lessons together. This helps us to better understand the story of God’s work in the world, God’s presence with us, and our part in that story.

To set a bit of context: The name Obadiah means slave or servant of the Lord and the entire book – all 21 verses of it – is a vision.  We don’t know much about the book or the person who wrote it, but it is thought to have been written in the period of time at the end of the Babylonian exile and the return of the Israelites to Jerusalem, so perhaps about 2500 years ago. It references generational conflict between the descendants of Jacob and Esau.  The problem is a rupture in the family that gives rise to horrific behavior. It happens in a family, all descendants of Jacob and Esau, though they don’t necessarily remember their family ties because geographical distance and also because it’s generation after generation, so the ties are less obvious. It ends with a fairly ominous reminder that what goes around comes around, to use a familiar phrase. It is a timely lesson. And one for which Dr. Gafney says, “There is no happy ending for this passage and it should not be given one.”  That raises the question, “So where’s the hope?”

The obvious answer for a person of faith is that our hope is in God.   And we believe that, don’t we?  We claim Christian identity because we believe in Jesus. We pray together every Sunday that we believe in God, the Trinity. We pray, as it says in today’s psalm, for the end of the “wickedness of the wicked” but do we really believe that the end of the wickedness of the world will come about simply through our prayer? Or do we know, as has been popping up all over the place on social media, that prayer in these times is not enough, and we must act differently if we want to live in a world in which people are treated differently?  Some of the good news is that our faith invites us to pray and to act. Perhaps it is more accurate to say to pray for the wisdom and courage to act.  Is there hope to be found in living faith as a verb, not a noun?

Today’s readings, no matter how troublesome they start out, point to the answer to that question as being a resounding,” Yes!”  There is hope in living faith as a verb and not as a noun. There is a lot of action described in these readings, even when the action is in the form of a “you should not have” as we read in Obadiah.  When we look at the psalm,  when we look at James, and when we look at the Gospel, there is the overtly physical action of flapping lips; of entering the gate; of cleansing hands; of lamenting and weeping, which is as fully  an embodied expression of grief as I have ever seen; of laughing, although in this case it is about not letting it be at someone else’s expense. And then there are of the less overtly physical acts of praying, opposing the devil, of forgiving those who cause us harm, and of trusting that God will see that all things our made right. Faithful living is not something that just happens to us, it happens because we choose to live our lives in ways that are consistent with God’s will and God’s dream for the world.  And that includes knowing and living the knowledge that, whether the wrong done to us is real or imagined, more objectively factual or seen through a particular political or cultural lens, wrong done to us does not justify wrongful behavior on our part.  It doesn’t.

A few times in the past couple of months I’ve come across this quote: “Now is not the time to accept the things we cannot change but to change the things we cannot accept.”  Now I’ve seen this mostly in response to actions of the current administration but it certainly applies to more than that, doesn’t it?  If we cannot accept as people of Christ that the way others are treated, the way things are happening or are structured in this world, then by our faith we should be acting in ways that change that. This statement about changing the things we cannot accept is a hopeful statement. It’s a reminder that that we are disciples of the Incarnate God and that we are called, and we are supported and nudged – and in my case, as you may have heard me say, we are victim to the holy 2×4.  We are nudged and guided by the Holy Spirit to live our faith out in the world each and every day.

We follow Jesus, the one who showed us how to love as we are loved and who promised us that his Spirit would remain with us to guide, nudge, and otherwise convince us to live our faith. Jesus also told us and showed us that God’s family is not just those we know or who look like us or act like us or talk like us or worship like us or love like us or whose actions have an immediate and direct impact on our lives. God’s family is all people for all time and, even though we can’t know when and we may not understand how, we will be held accountable for the things we have done, as well as the things we have left undone. 

Now, that might not sound like a hopeful statement, but I’d argue that it is.  Each of us has the freedom to make the kinds of choices that will make a positive difference in the world now and for the future.  We get to choose the right path, even if not always the easy path, knowing that with God’s help we can do it, we can be a part of the change. And we also know that we don’t have to be perfect.  God will forgive us. God will forgive our missteps and even our deliberate misbehaviors, if we trust enough to repent and seek forgiveness.  As I said over and over during the many months of Covid, God has us.  God has our backs.  We just need to believe that God is with us.  We need to believe Jesus’ promise that his Spirit will be with us, to guide us, to nudge, to lead us.  In that way, we get to be a part of ending the cycle of violence that, for some reason, we have such trouble stepping away from.  We get to be beacons of hope for ourselves and for the world.  And we get to say, as we say in our baptism and in other sacred rites in the church, “we will, with God’s help.”

falling on deaf ears?

This is my sermon for August 6, 2025, the Eight Sunday after Pentecost , Proper 13 in Year C. We use the Gafney lectionary, A Woman’s Lectionary for the Whole Church, and the readings were Habakkuh 1:1-13; Psalm 62:8-12; 2 Peter 3:1-11; and Luke 17:20-25. The cento is composed of lines from each of the readings.

Some of you know that I tend to dabble a little bit in poetry. And when I say, “a little bit,” that is quite an exaggeration, but it is what I do from time to time. There is a form of poetry called cento. Basically, that’s creation of a poem from lines from other writings. As I was reading today’s lectionary, praying with it and reflecting on it, with all the news that was swirling around, including the detention of a young Korean woman, a sophomore in college, the daughter of a Korean priest – so a colleague – in the Diocese of New York, a cento practically jumped off the pages.  And I want to say now that this reflection – this answer to a prayer – is one of those that raises many more questions than answers.

Holy One,
how long shall I cry for help,
and you do not save.
So the law becomes powerless
and justice has been aborted.
The wicked surround the righteous,
therefore judgment comes forth perverted.
Trust not in oppression,
and set not your heart on robbery;
if force bears fruit, 
do not set your heart upon it.
Trust in God at all times, O people
pour our your heart before her.
But this one thing
do not ignore, beloved
that with the Most High
one day is like a thousand years
and a thousand years are like one day.
Be astonished! Be astounded!
For a work is being worked in your days
that you would not believe if you were told.
Therefore, beloved, 
while for these things you are waiting,
strive so that without spot 
and being blameless
is how you all are to be found by God in peace.
For, see here, the majesty of God is among you all.
For, see here, the majesty of God is among you all.

I don’t know about you, but I sometimes wonder if my prayers, – my cries to God to heal the injustices of the world – are falling on deaf ears. How am I to understand, to preach the Gospel, when all around us there is so much that is not at all about love, and completely and totally about greed and the wrong kind of power.

How are we to have faith in anything when the world seems to be falling apart, in a bizarre kind of whack-a-mole, where previously unimaginable and remarkably creative – albeit horrific and terrifying – injustices pop up more quickly and in more places  than it seems possible to address?

How are we to remain true to our commitment to live our faith in ways that make a positive difference?

How do we keep from sliding into the abyss and losing hope that it is possible to be a part of changing the world from the nightmare it is for so many, into the dream God has for it? (to paraphrase former Presiding Bishop Michael Curry)

One of the ways to remain hopeful is to remember that our understanding of things, including time and permanence is not the same as God’s.  Granted that seems like a bit of an Escher-type conundrum because how can we understand these things differently outside the bounds of our experience and our brokenness? When we can’t even begin to figure out what we are to do before the next urgent, life-altering need is pressing down on us, because that’s all there seems to be some days?  It’s a seemingly impossible call to be hopeful, to be patient with God, while also acknowledging and responding to what’s happening around us, locally, nationally, and globally.

And, yet, that is our call as followers of Jesus. Being found by God in peace is not something that just happens, it happens because we do our part – all of us -to bring about that peace. It is to look around us, to take it in – take everything in – all the while we trust that God is present with us, and that we can grab a bit of the divine majesty and use it to ease the pain that we see and experience in the world.

It is to remember, as our sister, Terese of Avila, wrote so beautifully,

Christ has no body but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
Compassion on this world,
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,
Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.
Yours are the hands, yours are the feet,
Yours are the eyes, you are his body.
Christ has no body now but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
compassion on this world.
Christ has no body now on earth but yours.
Christ has no body but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
Compassion on this world,
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,
Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.
Yours are the hands, yours are the feet,
Yours are the eyes, you are his body.
Christ has no body now but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
compassion on this world.
Christ has no body now on earth but yours.

My prayer for all of us is that we embrace astonishment, welcome being astounded, and be open to being used by God to change the world in ways that seem more and more hard to believe are possible every single day.  And that means we trust in God.  We believe the promises God has made to all people.  We have faith that each of us doing our part will add up to the kind of change we know the world needs.  In short, it means we live our faith each and every moment of each and every day, with each and every decision we make, with everyone we encounter -whether we know them or not, whether we like them or not, whether we’ll ever meet them or not (which means we won’t encounter them in quite the same way as we would with a face-to-face.  It means that we just get out there and do it.  We do it because we know who and whose we are.