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Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Genesis 3.3-24, February 11, 2018, Sermon

Genesis 3.3-24, February 11, 2018


Genesis 2.4b - 9 On the day the Lord God made earth and sky— 5 before any wild plants appeared on the earth, and before any field crops grew, because the Lord God hadn’t yet sent rain on the earth and there was still no human being to farm the fertile land, 6 though a stream rose from the earth and watered all of the fertile land— 7 the Lord God formed the human from the topsoil of the fertile land[e] and blew life’s breath into his nostrils. The human came to life. 8 The Lord God planted a garden in Eden in the east and put there the human he had formed. 9 In the fertile land, the Lord God grew every beautiful tree with edible fruit, and also God grew the tree of life in the middle of the garden and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

Genesis 3.3-24 
The snake was the most intelligent of all the wild animals that the Lord God had made. 
He said to the woman, “Did God really say that you shouldn’t eat from any tree in the garden?” The woman said to the snake, “We may eat the fruit of the garden’s trees but not the fruit of the tree in the middle of the garden. God said, ‘Don’t eat from it, and don’t touch it, or you will die.’”

The snake said to the woman, “You won’t die! God knows that on the day you eat from it, you will see clearly and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” 
The woman saw that the tree was beautiful with delicious food and that the tree would provide wisdom, so she took some of its fruit and ate it, and also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it.  Then they both saw clearly and knew that they were naked. So they sewed fig leaves together and made garments for themselves.

During that day’s cool evening breeze, the heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden; and the man and his wife hid themselves from the Lord God in the middle of the garden’s trees. The Lord God called to the man and said to him, “Where are you?”
The man replied, “I heard your sound in the garden; I was afraid because I was naked, and I hid myself.”
God said, “Who told you that you were naked? Did you eat from the tree, which I commanded you not to eat?”
The man said, “The woman you gave me, she gave me some fruit[c] from the tree, and I ate.”
The Lord God said to the woman, “What have you done?!”
And the woman said, “The snake tricked me, and I ate.”
The Lord God said to the snake, “Because you did this, you are the one cursed out of all the farm animals, out of all the wild animals. On your belly you will crawl, and dust you will eat every day of your life. I will put  contempt between you and the woman, between your offspring and hers. They will strike your head, but you will strike at their heels.” 
To the woman God said, “I will make your pregnancy very painful; in pain you will bear children. You will desire your husband, but he will rule over you.” 
To the man he said, “Because you listened to your wife’s voice and you ate from the tree that I commanded, ‘Don’t eat from it,’ cursed is the fertile land because of you; in pain you will eat from it every day of your life. Weeds and thistles will grow for you, even as you eat the field’s plants; by the sweat of your face you will eat bread— until you return to the fertile land, since from it you were taken; you are soil, to the soil you will return.” 
The man named his wife Eve because she is the mother of everyone who lives. 
The Lord God made the man and his wife leather clothes and dressed them.
 The Lord God said, “The human being has now become like one of us, knowing good and evil.” Now, so he doesn’t stretch out his hand and take also from the tree of life and eat and live forever, the Lord God sent him out of the garden of Eden to farm the fertile land from which he was taken. God drove out the human. To the east of the garden of Eden, God stationed winged creatures wielding flaming swords to guard the way to the tree of life.

SERMON (PASTOR) 
Last Sunday at church, in the Fellowship Hall, I sat across from Fran Burgess, as loudly as I spoke, trying to face her, deliberately so my voice would include her in the conversation, her face stared blankly ahead. Other’s said when they talked with her, everything seemed fine. Perhaps it was moment that I read wrong, or perhaps after hospital chaplaincy, and being a pastor, one gets a sixth sense when life is slipping. 

Two days later, I had one of the hardest visits I’ve ever had to do. For years, I have been picking up Fran and driving us over to her best friend Anne Kirkpatrick’s house. For some reason Anne’s house is in an odd spot for me to remember if it is on 3rd or 2nd and after dozens of times asking Fran reminded me without even the question. Once there the two best friends, since their twenties, catch up, have coffee and cookies which Anne’s caregiver puts out. I turn on the pot and serve the cookies with plates and napkins. Both women take their coffee black, and Anne quips each time, “I think we’ll keep you!” Then, after the coffee has been refilled once but before our time over, I set up communion, and in tiny plastic cups and bread brought from church, Christ’s last supper is served. 

The morning of Fran’s passing, I went alone to Anne’s house. It was my turn to remember it was on second street, and it was odd to navigate the steps and the two doors without Fran’s tiny stature on my arm, a warmth many of us will miss. I leaned down to Anne in her chair and gave a hug, and she said, “My heart is breaking.” I can only imagine I said. Having thought so often in the last couple days, of what that might be like sixty years from now with my best friend Lisa. You have watched so many friends, and so many loved ones pass away before you. I said. At 93, Anne nodded, “God still must have something left for me to do here,” she said. “You are a really special mom, and grandpa, and great-grandma,” I responded. And while I am not sure, if unfinished business is why or how death really works, I am glad God has stationed winged creatures with flaming swords in front of the tree of life, that we may not live forever. 

I am not saying that life isn’t precious, and wonderful and joyous. This is fertile land with a stream running through it, this is the land of family and of generations. You could know that easily just from listening to Anne tell stories of she and Fran at church picnics and family vacations with their kids. But that just as God tried to keep Adam and Eve from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, I am glad that God has so too stopped us from living forever and eating from tree of life. We have been protected from understanding of why or when we will die and I think there is a grace in that. In the not knowing. In Fran and Anne meeting and not having to think about that seventy years later the pastor would be coming to Anne’s door. My dad and a singer at my home church have a deal that he will do her eulogy if she sings at his funeral. It’s funny, but it also points to the grace of not knowing when, that we can laugh at life’s uncertainty, rather than live in predestined parameters.  I wonder if this grace of unknowing changes how we live, that like Adam and Eve before, ‘The Fall,” there is a lightness which we carry. Before the fall they knew they were naked without shame, they knew no punishment, they had no reason to blame. And after they knew it all, and I wonder what have we been spared from knowing, from experiencing, from what has God protected us? I am glad to not know. I am glad to not be able to be convinced to stretch out my hand and taste that fruit, and offer it, and experience it’s consequences. I am glad there are winged creatures with flaming swords and a world between this fertile land and the garden. There is a grace in not knowing. 

Instead, we rest in that with the breath of life we were formed out of the dust of the earth, and to that breath and that dust, we shall return, but we do not know when. Amen.

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Psalm 147 February 4, 2018


SCRIPTURE READINGS
1 Corinthians 9.16–23
16 If I preach the gospel, I have no reason to brag, since I’m obligated to do it. I’m in trouble if I don’t preach the gospel. If I do this voluntarily, I get rewarded for it. But if I’m forced to do it, then I’ve been charged with a responsibility. What reward do I get? That when I preach, I offer the good news free of charge. That’s why I don’t use the rights to which I’m entitled through the gospel.
Although I’m free from all people, I make myself a slave to all people, to recruit more of them. I act like a Jew to the Jews, so I can recruit Jews. I act like I’m under the Law to those under the Law, so I can recruit those who are under the Law (though I myself am not under the Law). I act like I’m outside the Law to those who are outside the Law, so I can recruit those outside the Law (though I’m not outside the law of God but rather under the law of Christ).I act weak to the weak, so I can recruit the weak. I have become all things to all people, so I could save some by all possible means. All the things I do are for the sake of the gospel, so I can be a partner with it.

Psalm 147:1–11, 20c 
Praise the Lord!
    Because it is good to sing praise to our God!
    Because it is a pleasure to make beautiful praise!
2 The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem, gathering up Israel’s exiles.
3 God heals the brokenhearted
    and bandages their wounds.
4 God counts the stars by number,
    giving each one a name.
5 Our Lord is great and so strong!
    God’s knowledge can’t be grasped!
6 The Lord helps the poor,
    but throws the wicked down on the dirt!
7 Sing to the Lord with thanks;
    sing praises to our God with a lyre!
8 God covers the skies with clouds;
    God makes rain for the earth;
God makes the mountains sprout green grass.
9  God gives food to the animals—
    even to the baby ravens when they cry out.
10 God doesn’t prize the strength of a horse;
    God doesn’t treasure the legs of a runner.
11 No. The Lord treasures the people
who honor him, the people who wait for his faithful love.
Praise the Lord!

SERMON (PASTOR) 
Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord, the Lord, the Creator, 
Praise, the time when earth was a body of water with mud on the bottom, and we floated in the sky. Praise, Tepeu and Gucumatz, who formed us out of the clay, and when we fell apart, they started anew with a great flood. Praise the Great Spring which came after seven days and renewed the land. Praise Sky woman who fell and landed on Big Turtle, as large as North America. Praise the Lord, the Creator, whose stories we tell of the First Peoples, the peoples who were born here and the others who long ago crossed the land and over the frozen straight those that and traversed giant rivers, to come to this place so long as15,000 years ago. 

It is good to sing praise to our God! Because it is a pleasure to make beautiful praise!
We have sung in our native tongues and told legends of our God, and still we gather to do so. We sing to the sound of the drum and to the shake of the rattle and we give praise to God, give thanks for hunts and harvests and celebrations. 

We know, The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem, gathering up Israel’s exiles.
We suffered from diseases and warfare and salve when the europeans came, our numbers dwindled and died off. When our land was called the United States, one-sided treaties removed us from our homelands and we continued to suffer from discriminatory government policies. As many as 100,000 of us were removed from our land and relocated our West on reservations. Trails of Tears killed 3,500 of our number as the Navajo and Mescalero Apache men, women, and children died from starvation and disease. And yet, we have fought like warriors for this land, 44,000 Native Americans served in the United States military during World War II: at the time, one-third of all able-bodied Indian men from eighteen to fifty years of age. We were held in high esteem by our fellow soldiers and called Chief, and some of us were code talkers for the military in the Pacific, a code the Germans could never crack because it was based on our language. Yet we still believe the Lord is rebuilding, the Creator will gather up the exiles. We have been demanding our land be protected, and we have been asking for it back in courts and in trials. 

We believe God heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds.
And in 2009, an "apology to Native Peoples of the United States" was given. It said that the U.S. "apologizes on behalf of the people of the United States to all Native Peoples for the many instances of violence, maltreatment, and neglect inflicted on Native Peoples by citizens of the United States.” And it healed a little of our wounds.

But still all we have to do is look up and know,
 God counts the stars by number, giving each one a name.
Sky Woman when she fell to Big Turtle took up the dust in her hands and threw it up, and created the stars. And we look to them and see the ancestors of our dust shining above.

Our Lord is great and so strong! God’s knowledge can’t be grasped!
We sit at the Creators feet and listen, in Sweatlodges, Peyote Rituals, in the silence as we watch the smoke of a fire, or the burning of sweetgrass or sage. In the fasting, the the singing, in the drumming, in the prayers. In the use of an Eagle Feather, or even in the joining of Christian hymns brought by Spanish Missionaries to our land.

We know from them, The Lord helps the poor.
And from this we hope, we struggle in poverty to maintain life on the reservation or we loose our culture in the outside world. In both there are health issues, and we are a vulnerable community,  suffering disproportionately high rate of alcoholism, diabetes, tuberculois, and suicide, and disturbingly high mortality rates. Yet, we know our Lord will help us as we begin to discover self-determination. We have begun not to see ourselves as savages, but as leaders, not as inferior but as athletes, not as Indians but as First Peoples, not as Redskins or Wahoos but as those who brought agriculture and hunting skills languages art and music from the earth on up. Therefore, 

7 Sing to the Lord with thanks; sing praises to our God with a lyre!
We have made, flutes and whistles out of wood, cane, and bone are also played. We play along and we play together. Our drums lead our pow-wows, with honor songs, intertribal songs, crow-hops, sneak-up songs, grass-dances, two-steps, welcome songs, going-home songs, and war songs. In all this we praise our Creator and give thanks. 

We give thanks for a 
God covers the skies with clouds; God makes rain for the earth; God makes the mountains sprout green grass.
Sky Woman gave birth to (Sapling and Flint). Sapling brought into the world all that is good (plants, animals, and rivers), while Flint tampers with/aims to destroy Sapling's good creation. The two get into a fight and Flint is defeated but doesn't die. Flint's anger is manifested into the form of a volcano. The Spirit of the Sky World came down and looked at the Earth long ago. As he traveled around seeing all of the Earth, he saw how beautiful it was so he then decided to create people to put on it. Before returning to the sky, he gave the people all names and called them together to speak to them. He said “To the Mohawks, I give corn.” Then The Spirits of the Sky World gave the Oneidas nuts and the fruit of many trees. He then gave the Senecas beans. To the Cayugas, he gave the roots of plants to be eaten. To the Onondagas, he gave grapes and squashes to eat and tobacco to smoke at the camp fires.” We know God has given us all things. 

God gives food to the animals— even to the baby ravens when they cry out. 
For the Raven is one who saved the earth when it had grown cold. None of the animals wanted to go, the coyote was playing tricks, the turtle was so slow and so no one could go up to the Creator. The raven with the most colorful feathers, said it would go up toward the heavens. The raven reached and sang to the Creator. The creator asked what the Raven wanted and the raven asked for help with the snow covered earth. The Creator sent the raven with the fire from the sun. The raven brought heat back to earth and in so doing restored the land but the raven remained forever black and if you look closely you can seen the rainbow colored sheen under the raven’s wings. Even the creator had a place to for the raven and hears it when it cries out. 

But God doesn’t prize the strength of a horse; God doesn’t treasure the legs of a runner.
We each have a place in the tribe. We each have a unique name by which the creator calls us. Some are to make music, some are to dance, some are to be hunters and warriors, some are to be artists, some are to lead, some are to plant, some are to study, some are to heal, some are protect the creation, and some are to tell its oldest stories. 

For, The Lord treasures the people who honor the Lord, the people who wait for the Lord’s faithful love.
So we wait, in the already but not yet time. Where we have been created, and yet we have spoiled the garden of Earth’s Eden, and yet we wait for Eden, for Big Turtle to be washed anew and us with us, renewed. We wait and we honor the Lord with our faithful love.

Praise the Lord! 
Praise the Lord!



Rev. Katy Nicole