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“Tears for Food” based on Psalm 42 and Luke 8:26-39
One of the core tenets of our faith is that we are made in the image of God. Humanity reflects the Divine. Creation is an expression of the Holy.
This may seem simple, but it has proven challenging for humans for quite some time now.
Because it isn’t that we – First UMC of Schenectady – are made in the image of God, nor even we – United Methodists – are made in the image of God, nor even we – Christians – are made in the image of God, nor even that we – people of faith – are made in the image of God. It is that we, HUMANITY, are made in the image of God.
Which has implications.
If everyone is made in the image of God, than how we treat EVERY ONE matters. Each and every person is a beloved person of God, made in God’s image, and a unique reflection of the Holy One.
Which is to say, it seems to follow, that we probably shouldn’t oppress people.
Which is the part that I’ve noticed humans haven’t done terribly well.

Today is June 19th, so today is 157 years since slaves were freed in west Texas, believed to be the last enslaved people in the United States to hear that they’d been freed 2.5 years earlier. Today is a celebration of the end of slavery in the United States, and thanks be to God for that!
The institution of slavery was an abomination, and the end of the practice was a step towards God’s kindom.
I find myself a little bit obsessed with those 2.5 years. The 900 days in between the Emancipation Proclamation on January 1, 1863, and Juneteenth – June 19, 1865 blow me away. 900 days during which people who were free didn’t know it. 900 days in which people who were ACTUALLY free lived and died as enslaved people. 900 days in which people who were ACTUALLY free were born into slavery. 900 days for enslavers to reap profit, 900 days for people who’d been enslaved to suffer, languish, be beaten, and have their families ripped apart. 900 days when freedom had been declared, but hadn’t come yet. (I wonder, a bit, how often we’re in those in-betweens, when God’s good actions have happened but we haven’t heard yet.)
In the midst of celebrating the end of 246 years of institutionalized slavery in the United States, I’m struck by the injustice of the last 2.5 years. It is possible I’m focusing wrong. Because all of those things I’m angry about having been done to people in the last 900 days were ALSO done for the TWO HUNDRED FORTY SIX years before that.
While, during those years, the institution of slavery was LEGAL, it was just as much of an abomination. During those 246 years from 1619 to 1865, beloved people of God were treated as anything but beloved people of God.
And, while I’m muddying waters, we also have to talk about the end of slavery not being the end of abominations in the treatment of God’s beloveds who ancestors were from Africa. The 13th, 14th, and 15th amendments to the US constitution ended slavery, but they have caveats.
The 13th, section one, “Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.”
The 14th, a portion of section one, “No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law…”
As Michele Alexander explains in “The New Jim Crow,” those who were used to gaining profit from enslaving people found ways to keep oppressing them. The formerly enslaved were free, and remained free UNLESS they were convicted of a crime. So, the system convicted people of “crimes,” and forced people to keep working as enslaved people that way. And, WE STILL DO. And we still convict people of color at vastly disproportionate numbers, and then steal their labor. (Cough cough NYS hand sanitizer.)
But, in the midst of this complication is the STILL present reality that June 19th, 1865 mattered. It didn’t change everything, it wasn’t a moment we’d call “one and done,” but it was momentous. An institution of evil ended. God’s people were freed.
Beloved people of God were given space to be who they were made and called to be: gifts to all creation.
It fits, for me, to hear Psalm 42 today. The “tears for food” line fits. The lament of the Psalm, but the underlying hope of it too, makes sense. A longing for God, and for God’s presence – which brings with it justice. An acknowledgement of wrongness, and a desire for rightness. And, even in the midst of the wrongness, a sense of hope that God can and will fix it. 246 years wasn’t a short period of time for God’s people to be enslaved, but it did end. God did not forget God’s people.
(Although it may have seemed like forgetting for a very long time there.)
God is always working for justice, working towards freedom, working to end oppression, working to make space for all of us to be blessings to each other and all creation. May we not get in God’s way.
Today, when we read the story of the Gerasene demonic, I wonder what traumas he lived. Were they all his, or was he the one who held them for the community, or maybe even for the generations. Was he the sensitive soul who expressed the brokenness others pretended away? Or was he simply one who’d been hurt until he couldn’t pretend it away anymore himself?
I don’t know, but I do know that community trauma and generational trauma play out in individual lives as well as communities and families, and the trauma of 246 years of God’s beloved people being enslaved didn’t go away on June 19, 1865.
(Nor, of course, did the trauma end.)
People are still living out the trauma, it is still hurting people. It isn’t OVER.
I wonder, though, if what we are to take from the story of Legion is the power of God to heal what seems un-healable. The man who had been separated from his community, living alone with his pain and without “creature comforts,” was healed. And sent back to his people, to show the power of God to heal.
In some ways this healing feels less realistic to me than even the physical ones. I have watched people struggle with mental illness, and I have seen how tirelessly people work for their mental health, and how slow healing is even with the best possible support. This instantaneous healing of what looks like out of control schizophrenia shakes me, because I so desperately wish others could have it, and I know how hard it is for people who don’t find healing like this.
But I also know that mental health, like physical health, is related to how we construct societies. Are we looking for equity, justice, and a chance for people to thrive, or are we looking to let some people get super rich while others pay for it with their health? How much pressure are we willing to put on people, on families, on vulnerable communities SO THAT others can gain from it?
I don’t know what to make of Jesus’ healing, but I’m always struck by the idea that interacting with Jesus was like meeting someone who could express just how much God loves you. And I believe in the healing power of love. So, I take from this story that if people know how much they are loved, how worthy they are of love, how nothing that has happened to them and nothing that they have done changes that, … miraculous healing is possible. When people are heard, and loved, healing happens. When people are seen, and loved, healing happens.
We have to both stop oppressing God’s people AND work towards healing the traumas of oppression.
On this day when we celebrate the end of one particularly vicious and evil oppression, the end of the institution of slavery (outside of prison), may we learn the lessons once again: God loves all people, ending oppression is Godly work, and healing people is too. May God help each of us do our part. Amen
June 19, 2022
Rev. Sara E. Baron
First United Methodist Church of Schenectady
603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305
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