Trust the Process

Read Isaiah 5:1-7
{i}The Song of the Vineyard

5 I will sing for the one I love
a song about his vineyard:
My loved one had a vineyard
on a fertile hillside.
2
He dug it up and cleared it of stones
and planted it with the choicest vines.
He built a watchtower in it
and cut out a winepress as well.
Then he looked for a crop of good grapes,
but it yielded only bad fruit.

3
“Now you dwellers in Jerusalem and people of Judah,
judge between me and my vineyard.
4
What more could have been done for my vineyard
than I have done for it?
When I looked for good grapes,
why did it yield only bad?
5
Now I will tell you
what I am going to do to my vineyard:
I will take away its hedge,
and it will be destroyed;
I will break down its wall,
and it will be trampled.
6
I will make it a wasteland,
neither pruned nor cultivated,
and briers and thorns will grow there.
I will command the clouds
not to rain on it.”

7
The vineyard of the Lord Almighty
is the nation of Israel,
and the people of Judah
are the vines he delighted in.
And he looked for justice, but saw bloodshed;
for righteousness, but heard cries of distress.{/i}

This has been a difficult year for gardeners, especially in southern Howell County where the draught was worse than here. I talked with a friend this week who got almost no beans, her melons and squash didn’t germinate even though she planted them twice, and her okra plants aren’t even knee high.
I suspect she feels about the same way the farmer in Isaiah felt. It just makes a body want to tantrum, which is just what happened in Isaiah. If that had happened here in the Ozarks, what briars do you think would have grown up in the destroyed garden?

How about blackberries? Don’t you just love their sweetness when you pick them on a hot day in July, warm from the sun? But this year, they were just skin-covered seeds on our plants. Not even the birds would eat them.

It seems this year we can easily identify with the farmer in Isaiah, put ourselves there, looking at that non-productive plot. It is not so easy to understand why this tale has lasted almost three millennia. After all, it is so clear and understandable, but what makes it important? Perhaps a look at the gospel lesson for the day will help clarify this.

Read Luke 12: 49-56
{i}Not Peace but Division

49 “I have come to bring fire on the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled! 50 But I have a baptism to undergo, and what constraint I am under until it is completed! 51 Do you think I came to bring peace on earth? No, I tell you, but division. 52 From now on there will be five in one family divided against each other, three against two and two against three. 53 They will be divided, father against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother, mother-in-law against daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law.”
Interpreting the Times

54 He said to the crowd: “When you see a cloud rising in the west, immediately you say, ‘It’s going to rain,’ and it does. 55 And when the south wind blows, you say, ‘It’s going to be hot,’ and it is. 56 Hypocrites! You know how to interpret the appearance of the earth and the sky. How is it that you don’t know how to interpret this present time?{/i}

Well, how do like that? “I brought you fire and wish it was already kindled.” Jesus came to bring division. And in Isaiah, God gave the people of Judah fertile ground, but it didn’t produce. How do these verses go together? The writers of the lectionary seem to have thought they do. Let’s think this through.

Isaiah was a prophet who was widely respected. Over about three periods of rule beginning in the 8th century BCE when the prophet Isaiah lived and taught through the end of Assyrian rule, the Babylonian exile, and Persian dominance, the teachings, and prophecies of others were added to Isaiah’s words to make the book of Isaiah.

The focus of this book is on Jerusalem and that city’s “relationship with YHWH, and the question of righteousness, both divine and human.” “Jerusalem is intended for a glorious future as the world’s center, the home of YHWH’s temple, the destination of nations who seek to learn the ways of peace.” (p.256)*

The people of Jerusalem were seen to make up a flawed society, “once righteous but no longer so.” The near destruction of Jerusalem is interpreted as “severe punishment from God in order to attain moral and ethical purity, to become the righteous city in which God delights.”

And then here comes Jesus a few centuries later, as Isaiah predicted. And what does he say when asked? He says he came to bring division, not peace.

Doesn’t that sound a bit like the citizens of the USA who want our society to be morally and ethically pure but have divergent ideas about how to make this happen?
Here we sit, a small gathering of people of God, like the people of Judah, trying to figure out what righteousness is and how to find peace through righteous behavior.

It seems to me the key words for consideration are righteousness and division. A simple Webster’s definition of righteousness is “morally good: following religious or moral laws” * clarified as Justice; equity between people.”

Division is defined as: “disagreement between two or more groups, typically producing tension or hostility.” It seems at first glance these two words stand in opposition to each other.

What I make of this is that righteousness is defined and redefined within the social context and language of a society and the process by which this happens is dialogue among persons with divergent ideas on the subject. In fact, the entire book of Isaiah focuses on defining righteousness and putting the definition into action.

Jesus came to his way of understanding first through dialogue in the temple, and then through dialogue with people he met along the way. He took time in the desert to think it all through. He taught what he learned in this way.

We examine ancient texts in the Bible translated into our modern language by persons who have studied history and archeology, theology and languages. They have done so with the goal of making this ancient wisdom understandable to us. Yet, we struggle to understand.

I had a teacher named John who said, “trust the process.” He was talking about how change and growth come about through dialogue among persons which considers both information and emotion.

For example, a mother and teenage son were in conflict about the son’s changing need for privacy. John asked each to describe the problem as they saw it, then to notice the feelings they had as they were talking. This led to development of a very simple solution that both mother and son thought would work well. The next time they met with John, they said it worked just as they had hoped.

We as people of God are part of a conversation that has been going on for millennia. It didn’t start with Isaiah, and it didn’t end with Jesus. We gather to participate in the conversation, and we will not end it. This discussion among ourselves and with God will continue long after we are gone.

We need to trust that the interactions among us will be fruitful. Even after tearing up the garden in Isaiah we figured the land would still be productive. Remember the blackberries?

We need to keep at it even when we can’t see harvestable fruit this season. God didn’t abandon the people of Jerusalem and didn’t abandon the people around Christ and God won’t abandon us.

The prophets interpreted calamity as God punishing his people in order to teach them. A lot of people today think that way, too.

I think the calamities we experience are just what happens under certain circumstances. We don’t have control of all circumstances and cannot be responsible for them.

God set things in motion and put us in the middle to live just as the animals and plants around us are here to live. Life is the gift and difficulties become our teachers when we take the time to notice the information within the difficulty and our feelings about it.

When we talk these things over with others, we improve our chance of developing an accurate picture. When we shut people out who are sharing the difficulty, or persons struggling with a different problem, we weaken our learning.

We need to listen to each other. We need to examine the nature of the problem with all intellectual tools available to us. In this way, our wisdom may look different from that of a previous or a next generation. It is, nevertheless, wisdom and it can guide us into righteous behavior. We need to trust this process and understand the problem is a gift as much as the solution is a gift.

*Newsom, Carol A., Sharon H. Ringe and Jacqueline E. Lapsley Ed., Women’s Bible Commentary, Third Edition, Rev. and updated, Westminster John Knox Press, Louisville, K Y, 1992, 1998, 2012.

Still Life With Toilet Paper Roll
A toilet paper roll, empty,
A chipped, white Homer Laughlin plate
holding a pink and white electric razor,
and a box of no-brand tissue,
all on a 45-year-old white scarf with
red, orange, and yellow stripes
hand woven in Mexico
on top of a white four-drawer bureau
reflected in a mirror.
Does the reflection disqualify this as a still life?
Is reflection action, or stillness?

There is a lot of light in that reflection, Ma’am.
Light is energy in motion.
Still, it is still, and not alive.


Why do they call it “life” if it is by definition inanimate?

Well, Ma’am, I looked it up on Google and
it just doesn’t say.


If Google doesn’t know, does anyone?

Most likely not. Nope. I don’t think so.

Here is another question. Is it a still life
if presented solely in language,
and in the reflection of course?

Google says, “even pen and pencil can create a still life piece. “

Great! but
I gave the toilet paper roll to the birds.
They put life into it by tearing it off in even
one half inch wide strips which they tucked under a wing
then flew to put it in their nests
but dropped on the way.
Now that it is shredded and dropped
all animation is gone, so we have a
still life without toilet paper roll.
Do you think it will sell?

I’ll check Google, Ma’am.

Hydration

The hydration machine clicking behind my right shoulder comforts with no sense of self. It controls the flow of saline solution according to a plan created by someone, somewhere in a past, in a place unknown to me. A young nurse with purple double gloved hands tapped the instruction into the obedient machine then brought me a warm blanket. The liquid is cold yet welcome as it helps cleanse me of the poisons meant to heal me. So many contradictions! Cold cleanse, warm blanket: poison the mass, kill those cells along with those I need to survive and expect health as a consequence… Does Mother Earth feel what I feel when a storm washes agricultural poisons to the sea? Is she worried about the impact of those poisons on her grand oceans? How do we gather health from toxins? Yet here I sit, that little pump washing my chemo into my bladder to be expelled into the sewage system to end up where? All the while, I and my medical team expect health as a result.

of Pentecost, 2021

Butterfly Maiden by Arvin Saufkie “Hopi”

OF PENTECOST, MAY 23,2021

It is a great honor to be invited to the pulpit on this day of all days. This is the celebration of the first harvest, the celebration of the birthday of Christianity, and the celebration of spiritual renewal. To me, this is the celebration of celebrations, the day of the great opening, the day we acknowledge what has always been and will always be true in all people in all places. There are many stories from many cultures that try to waken us or re-awaken us to the core truth of faith. Each of these stories is told from a cultural bias, and that cultural bias tends to limit understanding to that particular culture.

The story of the Butterfly Maiden, which is known to me only through the Kachina, may be better understood inside the language of the Hopi people, an ancient people who continue to live and express their spirituality as the Hopi nation in New Mexico.. This Kachina came to me with no explanation so what I know of it is what is in front of me. It is a spiritual expression and I hope my faith opens my eyes to her spiritual wisdom.

Let’s review the events of the day we now call Pentecost. The apostles and their followers had gathered to celebrate the Festival of Weeks, a Jewish tradition established by Moses. In that climate, at that time, there was a minor harvest celebration called First Fruits around the time of the barley harvest. Then there were two major celebrations, the Festival of Weeks related to the wheat harvest and a fall harvest celebration. The wheat harvest always fell sometime during the middle of the month of May or sometimes in early June (rather like the first cutting of hay in the Ozarks.)

To determine the date of the Festival of Weeks, according to the Old Testament, you would go to the day of the celebration of First Fruits, and beginning with that day, you would count off 50 days. The fiftieth day would be the Festival of Weeks, the beginning of a three day celebration of renewal. So, First Fruits is the beginning of the barley harvest and The Festival of Weeks the celebration of the beginning of the wheat harvest which came to be known as Pentecost, literally the fiftieth day.

Peter and the other apostles and their followers had gathered in gratitude for another harvest as had been done since the beginning of agriculture. They were gathered in grief over the loss of Jesus, and in confusion over the news of the resurrection of Jesus and what that would mean, and what would they do next? Somehow, unexpectedly, something happened, a great awakening. When they described it later, they used simile: it was like a rushing wind; it was like tongues of fire; it left us with the capacity to understand no matter what the language, no matter the cultural context, the gifts of the holy spirit.  They remembered Jesus telling them he would send the Holy Spirit to them. As a consequence, they now had a cohesive set of basic ideas to share and the words came to them as new tools for sharing it. This is the day of Peter’s first sermon, and the birthday of Christianity as a separate entity from Judaism.

Here, I would like to share an awakening I experienced, not on a holiday, not in the context of the church, but in a conversation with a child tell me about a difficult time in her life. She said, “The angels helped me. They are with me now. There is one right over there,” she said, pointing to the corner of the room. “Do you see it?” I told her I did not but that I believed her statement that the angel was there. She went on to tell me they were always with her and had been with her all her life. After that, she gave me gifts of angels so that I would be able to see them too.

That little child saw angels who came to help her. Angels came to Mary, pregnant at 14, to explain to her what she needed to know. There are many stories of angels arriving out of “the blue” with important information or resources. It didn’t come to the child because she had faith, or because she confessed her sins or because she believed in Jesus. The angel came to her as an expression of goodness in a moment of need, as pure love that sustained her. It came with no conditions. It didn’t offer her help if only she would believe. It just came. I believe this is how it happened on the day the apostles gathered for the Festival of Weeks.

The mystery is how did it get there? Where did it come from? How is it that it seemed not to be there and then seemed to be there? Over the years, I talked to many survivors of trauma who had depended on spiritual resources to survive. It always seemed to me that this was not so much about physical survival as about staying connected to goodness.

Jesus did not let the rage of his critics distract him from the spirit within him. He trusted the spirit and walked with it through his own reluctance, the lashings, the humiliation, and the torture of his death. As he was doing this, he also pointed the spirit out to those around him. His followers somehow got the idea that he was telling them he was the way to find this goodness. I think there is truth in this perspective, but I have never believed the Holy Spirit was that small, that inept or that limited that it is only available to believers. Jesus was showing us that the spirit comes to us unbidden and requires nothing of us. It required nothing of the child who taught me about her angels. It required nothing of the men crucified with Jesus. He didn’t say “today thou shall be with me in Paradise if. It was an unconditional promise: It will happen.

On the day of Pentecost, the spirit was salient to everyone at one time. No one was excluded from the experience and there is no record that anyone doubted they had indeed experienced the presence of God. Perhaps this is always true when people gather who need or desire connection to the spirit. Scripture says it is true. Buddhists that I know talk about the strengthening effect of meditating together. They experience greater spiritual awareness when together. Indigenous people that have given me glimpses of their experiences seem to find increased spiritual awareness in their connection with each other.

Jesus, however, experienced it when alone. The child who saw angels experienced it when no one present was in any way supporting or helping her or seeking spiritual presence or awareness. There is no greater aloneness than being a child with no one to care for you at a time of need. The spirit is there at all times and in all places for us to gather into our awareness.

When you gather it, how does it happen that at some point you still die? Well, it seems to me that Pentecost is when we celebrate that dying is not something that separates us from the spirit. It separates us from loved ones. It separates us from the earth and its resources. It does not separate us from the holy spirit.

In my work listening to survivors, I was acutely aware that not everyone who suffers survives. We all know of someone who has died and those around them said “they are no longer suffering.” Death ends suffering. Death does not end the life of the spirit. Equally important is the fact that the spirit comes to us of its own volition. The fact of our existence is a fact of the presence of the spirit. There is no “if – then” about the Holy Spirit.

Some theologians and faithful Christians disagree with me about this. They tell me we must believe; we must obey, we must work at the business of experiencing the Holy Spirit and it can only come to us if we invite it. This is true of community. We can only be part of a community if we deliberately choose to participate. This is not true of the Holy Spirit. The spirit sustains our efforts to enter into wonder and beauty in our daily life. The spirit brightens, increases in energy when we join in its existence. The experience of finding spirit inside ourselves moves us to do good. It does not, however, require anything of us. It never leaves our life. It functions like nutrition to power our actions. It functions like rest, to separate us from distress. It functions like nurturing to strengthen our goodness and give us direction. The Holy Spirit sustains us through birth, life, and death and beyond, unconditionally. Within its power is the power to discern goodness, to give and receive forgiveness, and to retain goodness in the face of evil.

The language we use to express our fear of separation from the Holy Spirit includes the words death, evil, hell, and rejection. Faith is understanding that none of these experiences has power over the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit is not afraid of these things and cannot be controlled by them. The Holy Spirit is in charge at all times and in all places. Suffering comes when we lose sight of this fact. We can shed suffering like a snake sheds its skin by reaching out to the Holy Spirit with our eager or hungry or suffering spirit and walk through ignorance into bliss no matter who we are, no matter where we are, no matter what scripture we read or believe. When we do this, we are one with the spirit. Jesus showed us this. Pentecost is the awakening of this awareness. We celebrate Pentecost routinely on a certain day, but awakening is happening at all times in all places where spirts of living beings hold on to goodness.

This is a statement of my faith: Elizabeth Hykes