23 September 2015

Proper 20 Year B Mark 9:30-37 21 September 2015

         What in God’s name is going on around here? Sounds kind of like a parental voice doesn’t it? Do you imagine that was the tone of voice Jesus used with the disciples in this morning’s Gospel? “Just what were you wrangling about?” he asks to the disciples. It definitely sounds like a parental voice. “What in God’s name are you guys arguing about? What in God’s name are you and your brothers fighting about now?”
         Most of us have heard that voice at one time or another from either a parent or an authority figure of some sort. So here’s Jesus this morning asking, “What in God’s name are you arguing about?” I imagine the disciples ducking their heads and mumbling. Probably something like this: “Well, umm…ah…we were arguing about which one of us would be the greatest.”
         Now many people interpret Jesus’ actions as his way of telling the disciples not to strive after greatness. First he scolds them and then he tells them to be satisfied with their place and role is what most people think.
I’m here to tell you that if we look at Jesus carefully we’ll see something else. Jesus never told the disciples not to want to be great. Instead, he told that how to be great. And best of all, he showed them how to be great. That’s the real challenge.
”Whoever welcomes a child in my name welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes not me but the one who sent me.”[1] We’ve used that as a way to trivialize what Jesus had in mind. It goes something like this. “Oh isn’t that sweet. Jesus was telling the disciples they had to be innocent and free and willing to go to anyone.”
         Yet that is precisely not what Jesus had in mind in this living parable he enacted in front of his disciples. Children in Jesus’ time – even more than they are today – were non-entities. Certainly parents loved their children. But children weren’t considered people, they were chattels; they were owned. Children had no rights, no legal protection; they couldn’t do anything of importance. Instead, things were done to them. In Greco-Roman society a father could, and did, sell his child and in some places that still goes on. But, rather than owning property, as even slaves could, children couldn’t own, they were owned. Children couldn’t inherit property when a parent died, even if there was adult to be conservator of the property.
         Into this attitude, this way of being where children are not only unseen and unheard, but barely exist, Jesus tromps all over the societal norm with his living parable about how to be great.
         In telling the disciples how to be great, Jesus welcomed and embraced those whom no one else was willing to truly embrace. He embraced those who had no voice, no rights, no property, and no value. This is how we too are called to be great: to truly embrace, to welcome others that society considers less than nothing by treating them as people who have something and are something.
By his actions Jesus tells us the greatness of God. He demonstrates for us, by his embrace of a child, that we too should welcome those to whom no one else will offer welcome. We are called to embrace those who are nothing according to the world, yet everything to Christ.
         Jesus, in his actions and his words, tells us how to be great. Do you want to be great? Do you want to follow Jesus? “Whoever wants to be first must be last of all and servant of all.” ”Whoever welcomes a child in my name welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes not me but the one who sent me,”[2] These are the lessons in how to be great.
And that question we started with? What in God’s name is going on around here? How about we change the emphasis of the question? Suppose we join together to find out just what God is up to in this place. Suppose we do that so we can have more of what God is already doing. Suppose we do what is great and wonderful and surprising and inviting. Suppose we ask, during this interim time, “What in God’s name is going on around here?”
Because, discovering what God is already doing and creating more of those things in God’s name will make Resurrection the great place God wants us to be. What in God’s name is going on around here? AMEN.[3]


The Rev Nicolette Papanek
©2015




[1] Mark 9:37b (NRSV)
[2] Ibid
[3] I am indebted to the Rev Dr Rob Voyle for the opening line of this sermon. www.appreciativeway.com

The Move from Hell with Glimpses of Heaven


Yes, I am back. The last three months have not exactly been what one might call either a sabbatical or a real vacation. Most of my allotted time was spent on the telephone or writing letters to the moving company and to the apartment management offices. I feel blessed my introduction to Oklahoma City was warm and welcoming from everyone except those two entities.

One of my good friends mentioned things could have been much worse. Not the events themselves, but what if I had been working? She was right. Depressing as it seemed at the time to have my sabbatical and vacation time frittered away by nonsense, it's a good thing I had the time to devote to the nonsense. I haven't a clue how I would have time to follow up with various moving and storage people, rent another place to live, and coordinate another move. 

Yes, a second move. The first apartment I rented in Oklahoma City was without doubt the worst rental experiences of my adult life. I have owned three homes but the bulk of my life has been spent in rental property because of my peripatetic career and subsequent vocation. Now and then I have encountered a landlord who did not take proper care of his property, or let's face it, was either cheap or lazy about maintenance. But again, most of my landlords or landladies have been wonderful people. In return I have always tried to leave a rental in better shape than I found it. One really great landlord actually reimbursed me after I moved out, saying he could now charge more rent after the painting and fixing I had done.

The primary lesson I learned throughout this experience was patience. God is onto me, folks. I am not by nature a patient person and thus the lesson of patience gets repeated frequently. I am blessed that I was able to remain patient throughout the entire ordeal, not visiting my frustration on people whose fault it was not, nor being unnecessarily sharp with others out of frustration. The one day I was in grave danger, I escaped to a quilt shop. I fondled fabric, spoke to a quilter working that day, and was welcomed yet again to Oklahoma City. I left with a spool of grey thread and the misplaced idea that I might have time to do some quilting. A blessing all the same.

At some point I may tell the entire narrative of the moving company and the two moves in less than three months, but for the time being I am sitting with the idea of unexpected blessings.