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Joy Like a Fountain

  • December 15, 2024March 17, 2026
  • by Sara Baron

“Joy Like a Fountain” based on Isaiah 12:2-6 and Philippians 4:4-7

There is a bit of a challenge to this week. Today, on this 3rd Sunday of Advent, we have lit the candle of Joy! We have texts calling us to joy! We’re meant to engage in and savor the joy of God.

But, also, we have the Long Night service this week, the time when I will tell attendees that they don’t have to be joyful if they’re not joyful – that God meets them where they are – that one can honor Christmas with tears as well as anything else.

For some reason I don’t feel like it would be particularly authentic to preach to you today about joy, and then talk about grief and sadness on Wednesday as if they’re entirely separate things.

I’ve been thinking about the spaces that joy and grief intermingle. I know that this perhaps a bit personal, but adoption is one of those places. Our family is profoundly joyful that we’re complete, that we have a delightful baby to adore, and that our adoption is finalized. But adoption never exists in joy alone, because it is profoundly sad that birth parents cannot parent their children, and it is heartbreaking that children need to be separated from their birth parents. It can be the right thing, the best thing, the thing that brings us the most joy – and still be filled with grief.

Truthfully, many deaths are like this too. We who are left behind are aghast at the loss of loved ones, but often also relieved at the end of suffering. Sometimes, even, the one who dies has expressed being ready and waiting to go, to be joy-filled to be done, and we have to hold our grief with their joy.

A now-deceased church member, Miles Martin said all of this much better than I’ve been able to in his poem “Bittersweet”

“Bitter-sweet”           by Miles J Martin                                                              

In the strange dichotomy of living

The purest joys are bitter-sweet,

And happiness often lingers

Where tears and laughter meet.

Of all accumulated treasures

That crown the passing years,

Most precious are the jewels

That crystallize from tears.

Above the bitterness of parting

And the sadness of farewell,

An all-pervasive sweetness

Casts its blessed, healing spell.

Though familiar ties be severed

And old friends seldom meet,

Fondest memories intermingle

The bitter with the sweet.

Throughout this mortal journey

Where time is short and fleet,

We find that all of living

Is a blend of bitter-sweet.

The first time I took a Nonviolent Communication Course (which is sometimes called Compassionate Communication), we were asked how we were feeling after a lunch break. Luckily there were cards with emotions on them for us to look at and consider, since we were like most people and not particularly fluent with emotions. I don’t remember how I was feeling, but I remember one of the teacher saying that she felt conflicted, because she was both excited about teaching us and worried that not everyone had made it back from lunch yet. I remember it because it was an ah-ha moment for me, that more than one emotion at the same time is real, valid, and even normal.

This week, we’re talking about joy and sadness, and we’re acknowledging that they often intermingle, and “all of living is a blend of bitter-sweet.” Now that we’ve acknowledged that, I feel a lot more comfortable putting the majority of our attention this morning on joy.

Our scriptures emphasize gratitude as a natural response to God’s goodness. God who cares for us, God who gives us peace, God who is our strength, God who is trustworthy, God who is with us – God being God is reason enough for joy. There is truth there.

God who created brings joy. God whose creation includes waterfalls and starlit nights, sunrises and autumn colors, raspberries and coffee, the oceans and the plains, hummingbirds and blue whales is definitely a God of joy. And it turns out life itself is filled with joys, when we’re able to attend to them. To eat is a joy. To drink is a joy. To move is a joy. To talk is a joy. To hear is a joy. To watch is a joy. To make meaning is a joy. To play is a joy. To create is a joy. To offer care is a joy. To receive care is a joy. And even when we can’t have all of those things, most of us get many of them EVERY DAY!

When I think about sadness and grief, I’m often struck by how much grief relates to change. We grieve what we’ve lost and identified with – people and identities and hopes and dreams. It could be far too easy to conclude that change makes for grief, and it may even be partially true. But to return to the idea of bitter-sweet, change also looks like growth, and healing, like the fulfillment of dreams, and the letting go of identities that don’t fit anymore. Change itself is bittersweet, and I think it is important to notice how it feels and what delight there can be in it.

That amazing spiritual “I’ve Got Peace Like a River” seems to summarize both of our scriptures and all that I’ve said so far. It seems worth noting that African American spirituals didn’t come from times when all was well, they came from souls that knew that there was more than external realities. To be in the midst of oppression and sing “I’ve got peace like a river, I’ve got joy like a fountain, I’ve got love like an ocean in my soul” was to refuse the power of the oppressor to define reality. It was to make God’s peace, joy, and love the centerpiece of life. It was to claim goodness, even the midst of hardness.

I have said it before, but I think it bears repeating: we are formed by what we give our attention to. In the era of social media and 24 hour news cycles it is really easy to get pulled into despair and distress. But we’re called to peace, love, joy, and hope. Which requires that we give attention to goodness and God-ness too. We have to be more intentional that people who came before us, in making sure we bring our attention to the little miracles of life. Now, I’ll admit it, I’m in an easier position than many to do that. I get to be awed every day at things my kids are learning, and that is an unfair advantage compared to those who don’t get to do that in this era of their lives. But dear ones, I encourage you to savor the things you love – great flavors, great music, great decorations, great relationships, great fiction, great naps!

One of the best spiritual practices I know is the practice of daily examen. (Yes, I push this regularly, if you now all do this and haven’t’ told me yet, let me know and I’ll move on.) In daily examen you get centered with God, review your day, look for the best and worst parts, share those either in a journal or with others, and then offer thanks to God for the best and the worst and everything in between. When practiced daily (or even at any regular interval) it can help us see what we’re loving about life and what our constant struggles are, which can also guide us towards moving our lives towards greater joy.

More simply though, it gives us a chance to pay attention. To notice what days are bustling with little joys, or what days really weren’t that hard, and mostly it gives us a chance to listen WITH God and find some delights we missed the first time around but can delight in as we reflect on them. I’m personally shocked at how often the worst part of my day is related to the best part. As previously mentioned, “We find that all of living is a blend of bitter-sweet.”

Dear ones, seek joy, savor joy, attend to joy, allow for joy. And, remember, it is human to feel multiple emotions at once. You joy won’t cancel out your sadness or anger, but neither will it be canceled out. We’re people of faith – we have joy like a fountain! Thanks be to God! Amen

December 15, 2024

Rev. Sara E. Baron 

First United Methodist Church of Schenectady 

603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305 

Pronouns: she/her/hers 

http://fumcschenectady.org/ 

https://www.facebook.com/FUMCSchenectady

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  • September 22, 2024
  • by Sara Baron

“Who We Are” based on Exodus 3:1-14a and Mark 9:30-35 (Homecoming Sunday)

I was once lucky enough to spend a term studying at Oxford, specifically at Magdalen College, where a portion of the campus was referred to as the “New Quad” and dated to about 1733. The day after I arrived back in the United States I heard on the radio about a “great historical find” of a 100 year old Buffalo Bill poster. I remember wondering what the people at Magdalen would call something so new as to be only 100 years old.

This congregation was founded in that same century as the new quad… although a little later. We were founded in 1789, and our current church building dates to almost a hundred years later, in 1872. We’ve now been in this building for 152 years, although like Americans, we don’t refer to it as the new church anymore 😉

Our history books tell wonderful stories of the faithfulness of our fore-bearers in faith, and their commitment to God and each other. They also tell stories of change! This is the 3rd church building this community built – 4th location, and as it was being built the first worship space as over the fellowship hall in a space we mostly don’t use anymore. The now Wesley Lounge was the original church office, and the education wing didn’t come along until the 1950s. Bill Isles once said he’d been fighting leaks in the roof since then.

I’m often awed as I look at the long list of pastors who have served this church – found on the walls just before you enter the Narthex. It is also notable how many years of one-year service there was in those early days. Maybe the biggest change in the list of clergy is the relatively recent inclusion of women, staring 45 years ago with Rev. Eileen Demming.

I also think about the technological changes that have happened over the course of this church’s history. When the church began the US Postal Service was brand new and Post Offices were just beginning to be build. This church saw the advent of the telegram, the radio, the telephone, electric lights, television, fax machines, the internet and email, cell phones and text messages, social media, and even Zoom. Thanks Thomas Edison and GE! These all impacted how life was lived, and thus how ministry played out. Honestly, 5 years ago we lacked live-streaming and Zoom meetings – can you even remember that??

This week we had a meeting to plan our fall retreat – and it was so interesting to hear the beloved traditions of the past meet the needs and values of the present day. I loved it because that’s pretty must the gist of everything. In Christianity we talk about the “Living Tradition” where we honor and respect the past, and use its wisdom, while bringing it into the present day and leaving behind what no longer serves us while adding in what we now need. Everything in church is Living Tradition as I see it – from the church retreat to the worship liturgy, from coffee hour to the church library.

We have this constant awareness of and gratitude for the past, while also holding the present and the future together. Over the course of the past year we’ve made some plans for more change. While this building was bustling with ministry activities in the 1950s, it is now more building than we really need. The maintenance and upkeep of the building take a lot of energy and resources, we love it, but it drains us. This church has decided to go forward, looking at ways this building can be a resource for the community while also becoming a source of financial stability.

I’ve was awed and amazed to watch the Holy Spirit at work in this community as this way forward was discerned. The part I loved best was watching various groups of people gather together with fear and trepidation about the future, and then think about what it could mean if our building could be used fo provide low-income housing AND financial stability, and see each group get excited and hopeful.

It is a huge change, and it is going to take a lot of work, but the decision is one that was made with incredible faithfulness. And, it is a continuation of the history of change and the reality of the living tradition.

In Exodus this morning we heard the familiar story of Moses encountering the burning bush and hearing God’s name. The New Interpreter’s Bible emphasizes the verbs of God in this passage. God says, “I have seen… I have heard… I have known… I will send…. I am.” It may just be me, but I hear the living tradition right there! God is “The Great I Am”, or “I Am Who I Am” or “I Will Be Who I Will Be” but God is also impacted by what God sees and hears, and acts accordingly. God’s nature is constant – loving mercy all the way through AND God is responsive to human needs and activities.

I loved that our “We Cry Justice” reading reminded us that after Moses saw the burning bush, and went to do what God directed, and the people were freed, and they came out to the wilderness, they returned to the burning bush. And it is there, in the place they are told that God heard them, saw them, considered them, cared for them, and that God simply was, that they work together to figure out the future as God’s beloveds.

In this story, the burning bush is sort of interesting in that it’s only purpose was to get Moses’s attention so that he’d listen to God. Also, there is an angel, but the angel does say or do anything, the angel’s only purpose is to get Moses’s attention so that he’ll listen to God. The bush isn’t the message. The angel isn’t the message. God just wants Moses to pay attention.

I suspect that God puts burning bushes in front of us multiple times a day. Thich Naht Hahn taught that in the communities he founded every time a bell rang the community members were to take a moment to stop, listen, and pay attention to the wonder all around them. He said that it changed the way they answered the phone. I believe there may be fewer bells and notifications in monastic life than modern life, but perhaps that makes it far MORE important for us to try that exercise. Every time a bell rings, a phone vibrates, or an app gives us a notification we too could stop, listen for a moment, and be grateful for the wonder around us.

I don’t know about you, but that’s a lot of times a day for me. And that’s just BELLS. It is also true that in every other human being we encounter a beloved of God, and they may each be a burning bush inviting us to attend to the wonder of each human.

Sometimes God calls us to sit still, and just be. Sometimes God calls us to move, and just be. (I think all of us are called to both at various times.)

I suspect we all could get better at listening to those calls. How do you get them? What is your burning bush? Could it be bells? Notifications? Other people? An internal sense of unease? Maybe just hungry – it may be that we want to think anew about the tradition of table grace, and face each time we nourish our bodies as the true and wonderful miracle it is, and take a moment to be grateful to God and all the people who make it possible for us to eat and drink each thing before us.

I wrote in the August newsletter about my hopes that we would take this election cycle and time of uncertainty as an invitation to deepen our spiritual practices so that we can respond out of being centered in God’s grace. I intended to keep talking about it through August but… well, life went ahead and changed on me and here I am back in the pulpit as of today.

It is so easy to be pulled off kilter by the truly concerning realities around us.

I believe the question for us today, the question of who we are becoming, is how we can care as deeply as ever, while also being able to hold our center. Psalm 1 talks about the people who delight in God as being like trees planted by streams of water, “which yield their fruit in its season, and their leaves do not wither.” It is my conviction that God is a constant source of love, hope, peace, and joy. God is always with us, God is calling to us with our own burning bushes, God is accessible. We are able to connect to the source of love, hope, peace, and joy. We are able to be like trees planted by the streams – with deep roots in God’s goodness. And when do so, we are able to be stronger in our compassion for others AND our centeredness that cannot be shaken.

Many of us are worried about what will happen. We are also, of course, worried about what is happening and what has happened. Things are not as they should be, and even the most optimistic outcomes aren’t going to solve issues like hungry, homelessness, war, and violence. We are people of faith in the midst of a broken AND beautiful world.

The Bible is full of stories of being in a beautiful and broken world, and finding God in the midst of it. This is just how things go. We don’t get to wait for things to be OK before we deepen our faith. Faith happens in the midst of reality.

In Mark, we hear the line, “whoever wants to be first must be last of all and servant of all.” Jesus saw the hierarchies of his world, and he had no patience for them. He inverted everything he could, and led people to question the very idea that someone should be at the bottom (or top) of a hierarchy.

This is one of the core messages of our faith. This is part of who we are becoming as we connect more and more deeply with God. God’s unconditional love for all people becomes the most important truth and everything else fades away. Along with changing how we see others, this also changes how we see ourselves and loosens the grip of the narrative that we are supposed to compete to be “good enough to be loved.” We are loved. That’s the first thing we teach each other in faith. God loves us. All. That’s where it all begins, and I think even where it all ends.

We have a long history of sharing God’s love with each other and the world. And the changes that are coming are yet another expression of love. And, no matter what the world throws at us – let’s deepen our roots into God’s goodness so we are ready to respond with love and love alone. Amen

September 22, 2024

Rev. Sara E. Baron 
First United Methodist Church of Schenectady 
603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305 
Pronouns: she/her/hers 
http://fumcschenectady.org/ 
https://www.facebook.com/FUMCSchenectady

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  • March 31, 2024
  • by Sara Baron

“Resurrecting Joy” based on Isaiah 41:4b-10 and Luke 24:1-11

I have a question I’d like you to contemplate: Which do you like more – daffodils or tulips?

OK, assuming you are now ready – daffodil fans can you raise hands and cheer? Tulips fans?

Believe it or not, I’m going to take this a step further. (I know, I know, not the Easter sermon you were expecting.) Tulip fans – can you shout out things you love about them? Daffodil fans?

Thank you.

Amen

😉

Just kidding. This Lent we’ve done a Bible Study on the Resurrection Narratives. We read the stories of Easter from each of the Gospels, and asked a few questions about each one:

  • What does resurrection seem to mean here?
  • Why describe it this way?
  • How does it feel?
  • How does this connect today?

As we read and discussed, we started to notice something about the empty tomb stories: they feel incomplete. The empty tomb isn’t the POINT, instead it feels like the introduction to the point. The tomb is empty… ok. That could mean a lot of things, including grave robbers. But each of the gospels ends the story of the empty tomb with something to nudge us towards its meaning. Luke ends with the rest of the disciples believing the empty tomb to be an “idle tale” but Peter going to see for himself and being amazed. In Luke in particular, the empty tomb is the start of sharing stories of the post-resurrection Jesus experiences. Those experiences are the ways the followers of Jesus end up claiming that he is alive, and the work of God in him isn’t completed yet. It isn’t, actually, the women sharing the story (though maybe it should be) or the dazzling clothes of the angels (black? white?). It isn’t the early dawn on the first day of the week or the prepared spices. It isn’t even the angels saying “he is not here.”

The empty tomb points to the continued life of Jesus, but it is in fact JUST an empty tomb. The early followers of Jesus were transformed in those early days by whatever experiences they had that led them to call it resurrection, and eventually they came to understand THEMSELVES to be the shared Body of Christ, and understanding that has been passed down the ages, right to this moment, when we are together the Body of Christ alive and doing ministry in the world. The empty tomb points to LIFE.

I’m going to take this even a step further. When we say “Christ is alive” I believe that it implies “and calls us to life abundant.” Life itself, just life, isn’t the point. Especially today when medical science allows life to continue far after abundant life has ended, it is easy to see that this isn’t just about being alive, but about being ALIVE – about life abundant.

Christ is alive and calls us to abundant life.

Christ is alive and calls us to full, beautiful, connected, joyful LIFE.

But, it is possible that for some of us, that sounds… I don’t know, really hard?

Am I off? I don’t think I’m off. Our lives are fulled with innumerable stressors, real ones. We’ve learned that about half of our society doesn’t have enough money to “make it,” and another big chunk of society lives in fear of falling under that line. So monetary stress is real, regular, and abundant. Job stress. Health concerns. Traumatic experiences of the past. Worries about our loved ones. And then, heavens, all the things in the news. ALLLLLLLL THE THINGS. There is this constant stream of information about things we should worry about, or fix, or grief, or understand, or… care about.

And the stressors and the worries and the news add up, day after day, after day, after day and maybe full, beautiful, connected, joyful LIFE feels kinda unlikely? I read an article1 recently that discussed the ways life has improved over the past four years, and that somehow people don’t seem to have NOTICED. The authors, psychiatrists, suggested that the malaise of the American public today is due to unprocessed pandemic grief, “But the country has not come together to sufficiently acknowledge the tragedy it endured. As clinical psychiatrists, we see the effects of such emotional turmoil every day, and we know that when it’s not properly processed, it can result in a general sense of unhappiness and anger—exactly the negative emotional state that might lead a nation to misperceive its fortunes.” I know we all want to be over it, but between continued illnesses and deaths and long COVID, we aren’t. And, further, we haven’t processed it. So, there are good reasons aplenty that we aren’t all feeling like we’re all in on that full, beautiful, connected, joyful LIFE that we’re called to.

And yet, beloveds of God, we are called to full, beautiful, connected, joyful LIFE. Even now. So, how do we do it? I came across an idea that I believe MATTERS in reading I thought I was doing for the sake of becoming a better premarital counselor. I was sitting there reading Emily Nagoski’s book “Come Together: The Science (and Art) of Creating Lasting Sexual Connections” (highly recommend) and in the final chapter her teaching about sexuality and sensuality became even more spiritual. At one point she says, “Our only certainty is that one day, we won’t get any more days.”2 Which is pretty much the whole point of Ash Wednesday and part of what we’re meant to hold as we travel through Lent AND Holy Week.

She explains in her book the phenomenon of “savoring” which she defines as people’s “capacity to attend to, appreciate, and enhance positive feelings in their lives.”3 She says that there is a Savoring Checklist, and it includes: sharing joy with others – talking about what is happening and why it is good; reminding ourselves that time is passing as a way to cherish a moment before it passes away, which could sound like saying to yourself, ‘”Time is short and I choose to do this with my time.”; expressing the joy in our bodies – laughing, and jumping, clapping and whooping; and finally slowing down to pay attention to the experience of joy or pleasure itself – in many of the ways we’ve been taught through mindfulness.4 She goes on to say that every time we chose pleasure and joy we enable ourselves to pick it again in the future and remember the pleasure and joy of the past. Then she says, “when we savor pleasure and thus highlight it in our memory, we can remember our lives as more worth living. We look back on our day, our year, even our entire lifetime, and we see less of the struggle and more of the countless moments of pleasure.”5 The memories “glitter across our memory, brighter and more numerous, when we take time to savor them.”6

OK, so the gist: to live life abundantly there is a trick: take the wonderful moments and savor them – share the joy by talking with others, notice the wonder while it happens, and let your body be full of joy. When you do that – when you savor this wonderful life that God gave you, it will bring your attention to the good, the wonderful, the pleasurable, the joy-filled parts of life, both now and over all.

It will, it turns out, move us to full, beautiful, connected, joyful LIFE. Just, enjoy the good stuff!! Savor it, let yourself be delighted when you are. And of course, this can be some of the big stuff of life. Every year I savor singing Easter hymns with brass accompaniment, and when I think back to my wedding I remember a moment in the midst of the worship service when I wished it could last forever because it was such a delight. But pleasure and joy are easily abundant everywhere too. Food tastes good (if you are lucky.) Stretching your body feels good. Laying down to rest is a wonder. Your favorite song is worthy of savoring.

And, to bring it full circle, there are pretty flowers in the world. Ones that you have now brought attention to, embodied the joy of, talked about the joy of, and … savored. Daffodils and tulips, they’re pretty amazing, huh? And they are just one of the many wonders around us, gifts given by God and others to calls us to full, beautiful, connected, joyful LIFE.

Thanks be to God!

Amen

1https://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2024/03/covid-grief-trauma-memory-biden-trump/677828/

2Emily Nagoski, Come Together: The Science (and Art) of Creating Lasting Sexual Connections (New York: Ballantine Books, 2024), 292.

3Nagoski, 270.

4Nagoski, 272.

5Nagoski 273.

6Nagoski, 273.

Rev. Sara E. Baron First United Methodist Church of Schenectady 603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305 Pronouns: she/her/hers http://fumcschenectady.org/
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  • December 17, 2023
  • by Sara Baron

“Yearning for Joy” based on Micah 6:6-8 and Luke 1:67-80

I was in a “non-violent communication” workshop one time, which is a place that teaches about human emotions and how to have them without judging yourself for them. So, we’re in this workshop and someone takes the MOST obvious of teaching moments, something that would almost make you groan except that in this case, I didn’t KNOW the thing she was teaching so I was grateful that she made it so obvious.

We’d just come back from lunch and we were asked how we were doing, with the request that we respond with how we were feeling. It was practice with using feeling words. The co-teacher responded, “I’m feeling torn. I’m excited to be teaching this group, and at the same time I’m concerned about the two students who aren’t back yet.” There I was, in my 30s, and I’d just learned that it was VALID to hold MORE THAN ONE EMOTION at the same time. Which was helpful, because I’d done that plenty, but somehow I hadn’t known it was OK.

(This is why I often share really simple stuff about emotions with the rest of you – it was late in life learning for me and its been really significant. I dearly hope most of you already knew this, but when I look around at our society, I’m not sure who would have taught you.)

So I learned that when I take my feelings seriously, both on their own, and as flags pointing me to things I care about and value, I am allowed to feel more than one emotion – even seemingly contradictory ones. This knowledge has been very helpful for me, particularly in moments in my life when my life and the world as a whole were doing really differently. Like when Trump was elected and there was fear of what his presidency would look like – and I was newly in love and wedding planning at the same time. Or when there was a global pandemic and the country was locked down and everything was hard and confusing and – oh – I finally got to become a parent.

Which is all a long introduction to say: this is Joy Sunday, and heavens that can be confusing in the midst of sadness, anger, fear, and exhaustion. There seem to be plenty of reasons to skip joy – grief and heartache, violence and injustice for example.

And yet, none of that negates joy. In fact, oddly enough, making space for any emotion can make space for others too. It is possible to be deeply sad and deeply joyful at the same time. They don’t cancel each other out, sometimes they even harmonize.

Micah 6:6-8 is one of my favorite texts, and I know that’s true for many of you. “What does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?” We try, really hard, to live this. But sometimes, I can get off kilter. I can get so focused on trying to do justice, that I forget to notice I’m also supposed to love and savor kindness. I also can forget that God is God and I’m not, and the responsibility for the whole world is NOT on my shoulders.

In recent months I’ve been hearing nudges from God to make more space for joy. It has been interesting to notice my own resistance to it. There are biases in me that worry about making space for joy. They tell me that I was born with rose colored glasses, and being an adult member of society requires me to see the injustices of the world clearly. They tell me that joy is trite, and not very serious, and I should be serious. They remind me of the things that break my heart, and suggest I worry more about those and less about trivial stuff. Basically, there is this whole narrative within me that says I’m supposed to be a mature, responsible human, and that means I should just attend to the hard stuff of life.

And that’s all really interesting because I KNOW BETTER. I believe that God wants all people to be well, to survive and thrive, to experience joy and wonder. I don’t think that anyone is excluded from that, so I believe we are honoring creation and connecting with the Divine when we experience joy.

I know that joy is resistance, that there are parts of our society that try to create anxiety, and sadness for personal gain, and it is useful have joy to repel that. I also know that joy creates internal resistance, making it possible to do the hard things when they come because they aren’t the only thing.

I know a God who calls us to Sabbath- away from consumption and productively and into connection- and I know connection to be a great source of joy. That is, I believe God sets aside time for just joy so that we don’t get confused into thinking life is just about work and hardship.

I also have the honor of being with people at the end of their life, and being with loved ones after a person has died. I know which memories are savored, which things are regretted, and how meaning is made of a life – and it all ends up calling us towards joy.

Finally, and this one may seem backwards – when we mourn unfair and early deaths, a lot of what we grief is the lack of space for the person to continue to have joy in their lives. That would seem to tell us that those who love us want us to life and find joy and savor it! JUST LIKE GOD DOES.

I know all that, I can expound on it for a lot longer than this, and I still find it hard to let myself do it. Some people are better at this than others, and maybe some roles in life hold emotions differently than other roles. I don’t know. I kind of hope this is one of those sermons that doesn’t resonate easily.

Some of the ones who are wise about God suggest that goodness, wonder, and joy lie at the heart of all things, and if you can just see them at the right angle, everything positively sparkles with joy. Other wise ones about God say that it is a mark of true faith to have deep joy.

Which is all to say, if there is some resistance to joy in you – be it your own struggles, or seemingly conflicting emotions, or some narratives that tell you that joy isn’t right for you – I invite you to push back. God wants joy for you, and requests that you stop squelching it. Joy is for everyone, that’s actually the thing we’re doing. We’re working with God to build the kin-dom of God, and one of the ways we’ll know when we get there will be the abundance of joy. And one of the ways we get there is to stop getting in the way of joy!

So, a final story. When I was in college, I had a fairly significant fight with a friend because I’d shared that cookie cutters brought me joy and he maintained that was simply ridiculous. I argued I had a right to feel how I felt, he maintained that … well, basically it seems he said all the stuff I internalized as a narrative about what it means to be a mature adult. Hmmm, I thought I won that fight!! Anyway, there are sugar cookies available with coffee hour today, cut with cookie cutters and decorated with too many sprinkles, and I hope they bring you joy – you deserve it. Thanks be to God for that, amen.

Rev. Sara E. Baron 
First United Methodist Church of Schenectady 
603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305 
Pronouns: she/her/hers 
http://fumcschenectady.org/ 
https://www.facebook.com/FUMCSchenectady

December 17, 2023

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“Joy” based on Luke 1:46-56

  • December 11, 2022
  • by Sara Baron

Some of you weren’t here last
week, and quite likely most of you have been through enough this week
that the nuances of last week’s sermon are no longer front and
center.  (Most?  All?  It’s OK.)

Last week we lit the Advent
Candle of Love, and we looked at the example of Elizabeth’s loving
words to her young cousin Mary.  Mary was engaged, pregnant, and
vulnerable.  Her pregnancy looked like proof of infidelity,
everything in her life was likely in an uproar, and her cousin
greeted her with words that changed everything.  They celebrated
Mary, they exclaimed over Mary, they reframed Mary’s shame, and
painted her instead as a a person committed to God’s faithful acts in
the world – even at high cost.  The words showed that Elizabeth saw
her, loved her, and helped her let go of her fear and her shame.

Truth be told though, the Luke
reading cut off right in the middle of the scene last week.
Elizabeth greets Mary – and it was extraordinary.  BUT, the next
lines are Mary’s response to Elizabeth, and they make a lot of sense
to read together as one conversation.  

After Elizabeth wiped away
Mary’s shame and made room for love, Mary responded with her words of
praise for God, ones that are so famous they’re named.  Mary’s words
are “The Magnificat,” called so for the opening line about
magnifying the Holy One.

Now, most scholars agree that
Luke 1 is a creation of the early Christian community, maybe even of
the author of Luke itself.  What I find really remarkable about that
is that Luke has so much compassion for these women, and such a
strong sense of what they would be going through.  It gives me hope
that there were strong women’s voices within the Christian community
at that time, that the equalitarian nature of the Way of Jesus
continued long enough that women’s voices were actually being heard
in the ways these stories were told.  Or, maybe, Luke was simply an
outstandingly compassionate human, able to see beyond the bounds of
his own education and gender.  Either option is really lovely, and
I’m really grateful for the ways these stories are told, so that
there is INCREDIBLE truth and wisdom in them.  Luke and/or his
community, and his later editors cared about Mary and Elizabeth, not
just as wombs, but as humans with their own struggles and needs.  

Thanks be to God for these
stories.

And, truly, thanks be to God for
the ones who thought enough about Mary to find words for this hymn of
praise to God that fit who she was as a person and a parent.  They
are profound words.

They are also PROFOUNDLY joyful.
Mary is praising God, for being God.  Mary knows her place in the
world, and it is not the top.  She is awed that God would work with
her to do important things, and SEES herself as being “lowly” and
lifted up by God’s work with her.  I’m also stuck that while the
first few verses name Mary’s awe at God’s work in her life, she moves
on quickly to simply her delight in God’s own self.  She celebrates
God’s loving-kindness, constancy, strength, willingness to turn
upside down the powers and privileges of the world, to lift up the
lowly, to fill up the hungry, to offer care to those in need of it.

Mary’s song is a song of joy for
a God who feels close at hand in her life and in history, the past,
the present, and the future, the one who brings hope, the one who
makes it possible for her to face her own daunting circumstances.
She expresses JOY at being a partner with God in God’s work EVEN
THOUGH the circumstances were so far from ideal for her.

And I believe her words of
praise for God were a response to the words Elizabeth spoke to her.
As Elizabeth wiped away her shame and made space for Mary to
experience love, Mary’s life-light was able to emerge fully, and that
came out as PURE JOY.

It is hard (really really hard)
to fight through our shame to get to joy.  But when the shame goes,
OH the things that can emerge!

I’ve been thinking a lot about
shame in the past few weeks, largely because focusing on the story of
Mary doesn’t give me any other option.  Mary fits into a very long
cultural tradition that values female virginity, seeks to control
female sexuality, and generally treats women as if their only value
is in their capacity to provide womb access to the man who owns that
access.  If she fails – because she is raped, because the couple is
infertile, or for any other reason, SHE is shamed.

This is one of the few times
when I don’t think the Biblical needs much contextual help.  History
has changed, but not so much that we can’t follow that one.  

This is why I find Elizabeth’s
words so powerful, when she compares Mary to other Biblical heroines
who were in compromising situations but were not defined by them.  

I also have been thinking about
what shame looks like today.  Obviously there is still an
over-abundance of shame around sex and sexuality.  But we like to
make things complicated in our society today – we have a tendency
to make standards so contradictory and impossible that everyone can
find something to be ashamed about.  There is shame for having too
much sex, or too little, for being too focused on it, or not enough,
for being sexually interested in the “wrong” person (or type, or
gender), or for being asexual, … for example.

And, there is shame for those
who have been assaulted, harassed, raped, or abused.  This is some of
the strongest shame, and some of the most problematic.

For anyone holding sexual shame,
I invite you to this powerful reality: you are like Mary, the
mother of Jesus.

And I pray there are people like
Elizabeth in your life who will help you reframe what you’ve
experienced and find your own power in your story.  So you can find
your joy!

In our society, though, sexual
shame is just one component.  It seems to me that there are almost as
many sources of shame as there are ways we categorize each other.
Existing within capitalism, we have a societal narrative that poverty
is shameful.  But, truthfully, we also know there is a shame in being
wealthy too – that to gain too much is to take it from others, to
have too much is to refuse to use it to help others.  And, somehow,
people in the middle can feel shame BOTH WAYS.  

Which is how a lot of things
work.  Our society acts as if there is shame in struggling in school,
but also shames those who do too well in school, and it manages to
fall both ways on those in the middle.  Or there is a story that
there is shame in different bodies – heights, weights, abilities,
dis-abilities, colors, hair types, noses.  

And, let’s also mention the
shame around relationship status, where one might experience shame
for being single, or marrying too quickly, or being divorced, or
remarrying at the wrong time, or having kids or not having kids or
staying home with kids or not staying home with kids or having too
many kids or too few kids or kids the wrong way or at the wrong time.

Our society is ripe with ways to
shame us, to tell us we’re wrong, to make us squirm.  It manages to
land on everyone, although not at all equally, and causes untold
damage, most of which is invisible.

I suspect the shame is aimed at
controlling us and getting us to buy things, a population overcome
with its own failures is less likely to notice how it can seek
justice for each other, and is less able to connect and build
relationships that transform lives.  And, we’re all a part of it too
– as we are overwhelmed by our sense of shame, we tend to try to
lower the anxiety of it all by naming what we see in other and…
passing it along. Ick.

But, this story of Elizabeth and
Mary is a profound example of the powers that can TRANSFORM shame.
Elizabeth saw Mary’s shame, referenced it, reframed it, and
celebrated Mary instead of shaming her.  That’ll change things.

Last week I called us to be like
Elizabeth, wiping way shame to make space for God’s gifts of love
(and this week I’ll add joy.)  But one of you, in response, reminded
me that before we can be like Elizabeth wiping away shame, we need to
face our shame like Mary did.

And now, I need to go back and
admit that Elizabeth had her fair share of shame too.  At the
beginning of Luke she was a childless woman, which would have been
understood to be a “useless” woman.  (Blech.)  But something had
happened in Elizabeth where her shame become an opening for
compassion instead of a form of embitterment.  

What a beautiful thing that is,
when our wounds, our shame, our struggles can open our hearts, break
open our compassion, make space in us for the struggles and shames of
others.  That thing that can happen is a form of grace.  It is an act
of God.  

It is an act of God that comes
in many forms – sometimes the grace within us starts in awe and
wonder, sometimes from another person offering it to us, sometimes
directly from God, sometimes from the wisdom of a stranger – maybe
through a book or podcast, sometimes even I think it just comes from
within when the strength of our spirit rejects the narrative of our
brokenness.

Even though shame gets passed
around this world, and magnified, SO TOO does grace.  I believe that
this is a place where good theology is a source of grace, and thus of
hope, love, and joy.  So let me say some things as a person of faith,
a religious leader, a pastor,  a person who seeks to follow Jesus’s
ways of knowing God:

  • God is not ashamed of you.
  • Shame is not a tool God uses.
  • God is willing and able to work
    with you to eliminate your shame.
  • God loves you and even LIKES
    you, and has compassion for you.
  • Grace is a tool God uses.
  • God is willing and able to work
    with you to show you the power of grace in the world and in your
    life.
  • Your body, your desires, your
    gender, your abilities, your lack of abilities, your strength, your
    weakness, your relationship status, your work status, your income,
    and your resume are NOT what make you worthy or unworthy.  
  • You are INHERENTLY worthy.
  • You are a beloved child of God.
  • God wants wonderful things for
    you.
  • God wants wonderful things for
    everyone.
  • You can’t exempt yourself from
    God’s desire for goodness for you.

And finally

  • You aren’t going to shame
    yourself into being better.

So, dear ones, to the extent
that it is in your capacity to do so, let go of your shame, and then
let God help you let go of it some more.  Let grace in.

Because when you do, you may
find that your song of JOY is even more profound than Mary’s!  Thanks
be to God!  Amen

December 11, 2022

Rev. Sara E. Baron
First United Methodist Church of Schenectady
603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305
Pronouns: she/her/hers
http://fumcschenectady.org/
https://www.facebook.com/FUMCSchenectady

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  • January 23, 2022
  • by Sara Baron

“To a People Called Hope” based on Isaiah 62:1-5 and John 2:1-11

To a generation that calls themselves Forsaken, to those who have lived years they call Desolate, to those who would name themselves Abandoned, to those living in a place they call Forlorn, to those who think of themselves as Discarded… (to a people in a pandemic?)…

It is to you that God speaks.

It is to you that God has been speaking.

You are not how you have known yourself. Your past is going to be behind you, and no one will call you by those names again (least of all yourself.)

You will be known for your inner radiance, for your joy and laughter, for the inspiration of your loving relationships, for the delight you bring, and the fullness of your lives.

God is taking care of you, and there is joy to come.

Take heart.

Take hope.

(Thus ends my interpretation of the Isaiah reading for us today.)

In the Hebrew Bible, one of the signs of the Messiah who was to come was an abundance of food and drink. That is, if the scriptures tell us there was A WHOLE LOT OF WINE, we would be wise to be thinking, “that’s a sign of God’s work among us.”

A CAVEAT: In The United Methodist Church, we use grape juice at communion as a means of care for those who live with an addiction to alcohol. This “first sign” of John’s seems to be a similar possible trigger. For those who are especially tender, let this serve as a content warning, and invite you to find another sermon to hear. For those who are feeling OK, but might need some space, I’d invite you to translate “wine” to “bread” as needed. GOOOOOD bread is a wonderful thing and the same connotations can be attached as to “good wine.”

Back to the main story: the Gospel of John, which tends to super-infuse meaning into the stories it tells, suggests that Jesus creates about 120 GALLONS of GOOD wine. That’s a lot of wine. It seems that this is being used as a fulfillment of those prophecies that with the messiah comes an abundance of good food and drink, and this abundance is being used to draw people in to notice who Jesus is.

I keep thinking that making wine was a good way to care for people’s practical needs (I’m told water usually wasn’t safe to drink), but making GOOD wine was a way to share in the joy and hope of God. The things that bring pleasure matter. Jesus wasn’t against enjoying life, and part of the Gospel narrative is telling us that we too, are allowed to enjoy our lives. This, too, I think is part of the messianic promise. What is the point of a messiah if the people don’t get to live GOOD lives?

On that basis, the good wine is a sign of God’s work among us, a sign of God’s care for the people, a sign that God is WITH the people, and they have reasons to have hope. Of course, the Jewish people in Galilee at the time of Jesus had been through about 8 centuries of difficult times and were pretty used to both hopelessness of circumstances and hope in God anyway.

Where do we put our hope, is, I think, a theological question. It tells us what we think is holy. We often put hope in institutions, which will dismay us because they care about themselves, not people. Other times we put our hope in each other, which can be quite lovely, as long as we keep people off pedestals, and allow each other the space to be human. But, of course, sometimes we put all of our hope in ONE person and that tends to be unstable. We’re encouraged to put our hope in the economy, or in the next great thing we will purchase, but those are clearly unstable. Often we’re taught to put our hope in education (I’ve been tempted to do this many times), and maybe there is SOME truth to that, but I think the student loan crisis provides enough reasons to have concerns there.

My hope is in God. Really and truly. I believe that God is with us, on our side, patient, able, and going to stick with us no matter what. I believe God is working towards the kindom in many people and in many places, and that God’s vision for the world is the most likely outcome over the long run.

And, I am aware that hope feels like a limited resource right now.

But, I think God plays a long game, so I’ll keep my hope there.

Where is hope right now? It isn’t in “going back” because that era has ended. But it also isn’t in staying the course, because this isn’t sustainable. (Note: the great resignation). But, perhaps there is hope in the fact that having been shaken up and taken off course, we have a chance to decide what course we want to take next.

The Isaiah passage uses the metaphor of marriage to indicate how significant the change of fate for the ancient Israelites will be. God is claiming the people, and their lives won’t be the same afterwards.

That, too, I think is true of our lives since the pandemic began. While there has been an obscene amount of death and destruction, and I don’t mean to minimize that, the upheaval has also made space for some hope. We have a chance to let go of the things that were holding us back from a fuller life. We have a chance to grab on to the things that move us towards a fuller life.

Or to say it another way, the wedding ran out of wine (boo) but somehow there is an abundance of Good Wine anyway, because God is with us. What do we want to do now?

I don’t have many answers, but I do have some medium term dreams for this church community. I hope that we will be able to gather, eventually without distance or masks, and we will be healed by being in each other’s presences. This week I was reminded of the power of “co-regulation” – when the physical and emotional processes of mammals join together to ease the struggles of both. Co-regulation means we can breath easier, keep our temperatures in the right range, AND let go of panic when we are near someone else we trust, who responds to us with warmth. Being a community that is trustworthy and warm, and that in doing so is able to help people in their human journeys sounds VERY hopeful to me. So, I hope we able to be together and co-regulate again, and I hope when do it is SLOW and SWEET and we notice how good it is.

I have a hope that someday we are going to have coffee hour again, with real coffee, and maybe some snacks, and mostly with people milling about chatting with each other and crying in relief to be together.

I have a hope that we might eventually create a regular practice of “listening groups” to do the holy work of hearing each other, and allow God’s healing to enter each other’s lives by being known and loved.

I have a hope that we might look for signs that we are growing as a faith community by seeing how compassion and empathy are growing within us.

I have a hope that we might judge ourselves, in part, by how much FUN we are having together, by how much delight is in our midst, by our contagious our joy is – that we may be signs of the goodness of God.

AND I have hope that some of things we’ve developed over the past almost two years will form us in the future: that we might keep intergenerational faith formation because it is GOOD, that we will always have an online presence because it connects us whenever we are apart, that we may always take seriously the needs of those who can’t be physically present.

So, dear ones, in your lives, in your work, in your play, and in your church I invite you to consider: what is the mediocre wine? What isn’t worth drinking, or doing, or fighting for? And, what’s the GOOD stuff? What makes life worth living, what brings wholeness and healing, what brings compassion or joy? Feel free to answer in the comments, or bring some answers to the Sunday Check in ;).

God is a God who can be trusted, and there is hope through God, and we might as well take stock of where hope is flowing through us. Amen

Rev. Sara E. Baron 

First United Methodist Church of Schenectady 

603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305 

Pronouns: she/her/hers 

http://fumcschenectady.org/ 

https://www.facebook.com/FUMCSchenectady

January 23, 2022

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“Opening Our Souls to Joy”

  • January 23, 2019January 23, 2019
  • by Sara Baron

Based on Philippians 1:3-11

Paul says that every one of his prayers is filled with gratitude to God for the joy he has in the people in the church in Philippi. This feels like a very big claim, I’ve always been tempted to use logic against it – I really think he prayed prayers that didn’t include the church in Philippi. However, as I can also be prone to exaggeration, I have to let it go. Most scholars believe that Paul was particularly fond of the church in Philippi, that it was his favorite. That may be so, and help make sense of it all. In any case, he is expressing a large amount of joy.

Last week we talked about some similar words to the church in Thessalonia, and we focused on the life-giving nature of the gratitude. This week we’re playing with the joy. Paul’s joy in the people in the church in Philippi provides us a space to consider joy in our own lives.

I recently watched a TED talk about joy, “Where Joy Hides and Where to Find It.” The speaker, Ingrid Fetell Lee, talks about asking people about what brought them joy. She says,

“I noticed that there were certain things that started to come up again and again and again. They were things like cherry blossoms and bubbles … swimming pools and tree houses … hot air balloons and googly eyes —and ice cream cones, especially the ones with the sprinkles. These things seemed to cut across lines of age and gender and ethnicity. I mean, if you think about it, we all stop and turn our heads to the sky when the multicolored arc of a rainbow streaks across it. And fireworks — we don’t even need to know what they’re for, and we feel like we’re celebrating, too. These things aren’t joyful for just a few people; they’re joyful for nearly everyone. They’re universally joyful. And seeing them all together, it gave me this indescribably hopeful feeling. The sharply divided, politically polarized world we live in sometimes has the effect of making our differences feel so vast as to be insurmountable. And yet underneath it all, there’s a part of each of us that finds joy in the same things. And though we’re often told that these are just passing pleasures, in fact, they’re really important, because they remind us of the shared humanity we find in our common experience of the physical world.”1

She goes on to say that she struggled to identify the patterns in those things for a long time, and then she noticed that things that bring joy are: “round things … pops of bright color … symmetrical shapes … a sense of abundance and multiplicity … a feeling of lightness or elevation.2 Ingrid Fetell Lee works in design and aesthetics, and that helps her see things others might have missed. Her next question is about why the world of humans is so dull, rectangular, and drab if that is the opposite of what brings us joy. She posits, “We all start out joyful, but as we get older, being colorful or exuberant opens us up to judgment. Adults who exhibit genuine joy are often dismissed as childish or too feminine or unserious or self-indulgent, and so we hold ourselves back from joy, and we end up in a world that looks like this.”3

Is that it? Is it so simple as we don’t want to be seen as childish or feminine or unserious? If so, that’s really sad. Jesus once said, “Truly I tell you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will never enter it.” (Luke 18:17, also found in Matthew and Mark.) Now, I’m not claiming to know what he meant by that, but I’m going to suggest that it is POSSIBLE he meant we should allow ourselves space for joy. To be a follower of Jesus doesn’t have to be boring, drab, colorless, nor rectangular experience. It can be fun, and full of laughter and joy. In fact, I think joy is a sign of spiritual maturity!

That said, I’ve struggled with it too. Especially in the years that I was seen as a “young woman pastor” more easily than as a “pastor” I pushed to be taken seriously in entirely too many ways! A few years ago, when I attended the Courage to Lead program, we were asked to bring an object with special meaning to us to symbolize our intention for the retreats. Rather to my own shock, I picked a stick that I’ve been carrying around the world for 20+ years.

I’d first encountered that stick when I was a junior high camper at Sky Lake, participating in a camp where we slept in tents, cooked our meals over fires, and generally savored being in the woods. Someone had identified a small black birch tree, and pointed it out. A conversation ensued about birch beer, which is a soda of my childhood in Pennsylvania that I’ve realized not everyone has has experienced.4 Think rootbeer, but … better. We wondered if the tree would taste like birch beer, so we… tried it. We tried sucking on this little tree, and it turned out it DID taste like birch beer! I’ve recently looked it up, and it turns out birch beer is flavored from the bark of black birch trees, so this is fairly reasonable.

Anyway, my young self thought it was AWESOME that a tree tasted like birch beer. So I broke off a stick and sucked on it, and then I kept the stick as a reminder of that awesomeness. It lived in a drawer in my parent’s house until I moved into my first parsonage, and then it has moved with me since. I can still look at this ridiculous stick and remember the JOY of that day. When I was asked to bring an object to a retreat in Wisconsin I looked around the house for something light and easy to pack. I brought the stick. Then I remembered I had to connect it to an intention, and that meant I had to figure out how on earth to connect a 20+ year old birch stick to my intentionality around my leadership capacity as a pastor.

As I shared about the stick at that retreat, I found myself saying that I’m naturally a person who experiences wonder and delight in the world. Yet, I was aware I’d leaned into critical thinking and cynicism in order to soothe hurts related to realizing how broken the world, its institutions, and its people are. I hoped in the course of the Courage to Lead program I might find my way back to being a person who finds it easy to see wonder and delight in the world.

That retreat was in 2015. The intention I brought to it has seemed to … work. I see differently than I once did, and there is more wonder in what I see than ever. In the November newsletter I talked about stages of faith development: pre-critical naivete, critical thinking, and post-critical naivete. It still takes a little bit of effort for me to be in post-critical naivete, but it is easier than it used to be. I know how broken things are, and now, even knowing that, I can see how wonderful and miraculous it is when things are a little less broken, or healing happens, or delight breaks in. It has become a little bit easier for me to see complexity and wonder at the same time.

And all of that lets the joy in better – EVEN these days!

I am also wondering what else holds us back from joy? One proposal, that I think holds water, is that we get held back from joy by trying to be taken seriously. Of course, sometimes we don’t feel joy because we are too busy feeling other things, and that’s healthy and appropriate. Yet, if we are looking for joy, how can we find it? I wonder if sometimes our lives end up being too stuffed full to make space for joy – because joy likes spontaneity and a little bit of time to savor. (It is not overly methodical!!!) Apparently color, roundness, lightness, and symmetry can help – as can ice cream and balloons. I suspect that more than anything we may need to just open ourselves up to it – allow little things that bring us joy to matter and savor their goodness.

Paul talks about a very deep joy, and I think his joy intersects with his faith. He goes on to say, “ I am confident of this, that the one who began a good work among you will bring it to completion by the day of Jesus Christ.” (v. 6) That’s a pretty joy-filled statement too. That confidence is outstanding. What if it is true? What if the things that matter most WILL be brought to completion? Its a wondrous idea. Reinhold Niebuhr once wrote, “Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in our lifetime, therefore we must be saved by hope.”5 If the work that God has begun in us is the work of many generations, then it is only by faith and hope that we can trust it will get done.

And there are many things that I think God is up to that are going to take generations: racial equity, gender equity, full inclusion and celebration of LGBTQIA people, eliminating world hunger, creating world peace, adequate housing for all, excellent health care for all, curing cancer, making space for people with disabilities to be seen as equally vital to our shared humanity, universal access to education, helping us adapt to climate change, guiding us to minimize climate change, curing HIV/AIDS, creating a world where all people know and live compassion and empathy, making space for beauty in many forms to fill up human souls, long term sustainability, and access for all to sources of deep joy – to name a few. I hope and pray that Paul is right and the work that God has begun, God will bring to completion.

In the meantime, we can notice the instances – large or small – where progress is being made. I believe that in noticing such things, and celebrating them, creates more of them! I think part of our work as co-creators with God is to attend to the goodness (as well as to try to create it.) I think noticing joyful things and savoring them matters. I think joy is one of the many gifts God gifts us, and paying attention to it gives us clues as to who God is and what God is up to in the world. Paul goes on, in our passage today to say, “And this is my prayer, that your love may overflow more and more with knowledge and full insight.” I’d add joy. This is MY prayer: that your joy and love may overflow more and more – and that they’ll guide you into fuller knowledge and insight. May God help make it so. Amen

1Ingrid Fetell Lee “”Where joy hids and how to find it” a TED Talk from April 2018, found at https://www.ted.com/talks/ingrid_fetell_lee_where_joy_hides_and_how_to_find_it/transcript Accessed on 11/29/18
2Lee
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4If you want to know more about birch beer, I thought this was interesting: https://modernfarmer.com/2014/12/birch-beer-best-soda-youve-never-tried/ I, however, grew up with the clear kind.
5Reinhold Niebuhr, The Irony of American History (New York: Charles Sciber’s Son’s, 1962), 63. (but found in Feasting on the Word Year C Volume 1 page 43.)

Preached by Rev. Sara E. Baron on December 9, 2018

Sermons

“Infuriating Plumb-Lines” based on  Amos 7:7-17

  • July 10, 2016February 15, 2020
  • by Sara Baron

This poem is entitled “Allowables” and it is by Nikki Giovanni:   

	I killed a spider
Not a murderous brown recluse
Nor even a black widow
And if the truth were told this
Was only a small
Sort of papery spider
Who should have run
When I picked up the book
But she didn't
And she scared me
And I smashed her

I don't think
I'm allowed

To kill something

Because I am

Frightened1

And yet, so many people are dead because others were afraid. We, as a country, are frightened.

The fear lives in us in many ways. We have anxiety for our own futures and for the futures of those we love, particularly of younger generations. We are afraid of the world that is becoming, particularly with regard to: Global Climate Change and the ways it is destabilizing the world; the global refugee crisis and the millions of humans left without a place to call home; and the global economy, still slumped in many ways and still biased to producing wealth for the rich by continuing to devalue the lives of the poor.

We are afraid, as well, of the prevalence of violence. Violence also comes in many different forms to keep us afraid. Around us there is domestic violence (emotional, physical, and sexual), violent crime, mass shootings, bombings, terrorism, and of course war – both declared and undeclared. Violence is terrifyingly common!

We a country that lives in fear of violence and death for ourselves and our loved ones. Most of us are afraid of not having enough to survive – no matter how much we have right now. We are afraid that we too could become refugees.  We are afraid that our government and way of life could collapse under us (or is collapsing under us.) We are afraid of what another single person could do out of their fear or anger.

I watched the videos of the shootings that were perpetrated by police this week. I didn’t want to, but I did because it didn’t feel responsible to stick my head in the sand. It was clear that the officers were responding to their fear, and not to the actual events occurring around them. It is not yet clear what motived the police shootings in Dallas, and what we hear indicates that it was motivated by hatred. Yet, I suspect there is fear under that as well.

The fear itself is not the problem, although it is nearly epidemic. The problem is how the fear gets dealt with. It get denied, repressed, and projected – rather than admitted to and faced. That makes it stronger and less rational. Furthermore, the projection usually means that fear gets placed on people perceived to be “other”. That’s when fear gets dangerous. This, however, isn’t a new phenomenon.

In fact, I think what we see in our society today is also reflected in what Amos was calling out in his society in the 750’s BCE. Amos’s life as a prophet occurred during the reign of King Jeroboam II, who was the most “successful” king in the history of Israel. He was successful militarily, economically, and politically. He restored the kingdom to its largest known boundaries, brokered deals with other leaders, and the nation prospered. Well, like it goes, the wealthy prospered. Amos was from Judah, so the other country from whom Israel had succeeded in a civil war. Amos describes himself as a simple farmer, called by God to speak what others would not.

As Rev. Dr. Thomas Mann eloquently put it in my reading this week, “Prophesy is the gifted ability to see what other people cannot or will not see. Prophets focus primarily on the moral and spiritual conditions of a nation; they do not simply predict future events but warn of consequences to injustice.”2 The nation of Israel was “successful” but as we’ll hear next week, Amos accuses the wealthy and the king of “buying the poor for silver, and the needy for a pair of sandals.” (Amos 8:6) The cost of “success” was oppression. Amos was calling out the upper class for what they did to the lower class – and if you are patient, I’ll get to how that has to do with fear.

When people are oppressing others there are two interconnecting ways that they have to dehumanize the people they are oppressing. First of all, to choose to oppress someone requires creating a narrative that says that the other person or people matter less than you do. That can be done lots of ways: via race or gender or age or economic status or SAT score or position or whatever. Secondly though, to choose to oppress another person or people is an inherently terrifying act. When you are an oppressor, you have to be aware (at least subconsciously) that YOU could be the oppressed instead of the oppressor. Given that reality, it becomes imperative to continue to dehumanize the other, to oppress them further, to keep as much separation as possible between your full humanity and their partial humanity. Also, you have to make sure that they will never rise up and oppress you.

This was a significant piece of our history as a nation that engaged in racially “justified” slavery. There was a narrative – the race theory- created to justify dehumanizing people. There was a constant fear of slave rebellion, and there was a terror of slaves wanting to do harm to their masters like the harm done to them. The cycles of violence against people of color were deep, as was the fear of white people of being treated the way they treated their slaves. Both the violence and the fear live on. At the Schenectady Black Lives Matter march on Thursday someone made a sign that said “This is the new genocide of Black People.”

Race, of course, is not the only marker used to justify oppression. Any “otherness” will do – real or imagined. Often the marker has been economic – although the definitions of who gets to be wealthy and who doesn’t has changed with place and time. In Amos’s time, some of the poor in that society were poor by position: widows because they had no male protection nor access to land, orphans because they had no male protection nor access to land, and foreigners because they no male protection that counted nor access to land. Some would have been poor by circumstance – because of bad harvests or because there were too many male children in a generation or because they were the youngest sons of youngest sons.

There were people living in poverty, and the policies of those in power was to add to their struggle with oppression, rather than to lighten their load with policies of support. The vision of the Torah is of a nation where the widows, orphans, and foreigners are provided for, and where it is not possible to slip into generational poverty. By this time though, the people who claimed the vision of the Torah were acting more “normally.” They were participating in systems that used the labor of the poor to enrich the wealthy and strengthen the power of the already empowered. As Mann says, “For Amos, the primary failure is injustice,”3 and injustice is prevalent.

Amos doesn’t think God likes the injustice of Israel, nor the way it found its “success,” one little bit. He expresses it by suggesting that justice is not found in the nation, and God is so upset as to abandon the people. That’s the role of a prophet. The role of “those in power” is played in this story by Amaziah, the priest of Bethel. According to Mann, “Bethel is something like northern Israel’s ‘national cathedral.’ The collusion of religious and political institutions is blatant when Amaziah says to Amos, ’[Bethel] is the king’s sanctuary.’ One would have thought it was God’s.”4 In particular, the name “Beth-el” means “house of God” so the suggestion here is not overly subtle.

Amaziah wants Amos to GO AWAY, because he is upsetting the kingdom by speaking the truth. Then Amos basically predicts the exile of the Israel, which will happen Assyria in a single generation. The important pieces of this passage for me today are: that the role of the prophet was to speak uncomfortable truths, that the man understood to be speaking for God was calling for justice for the least empowered, and that those in power desperately wanted the one calling for justice to HUSH.

Often prophets, however, have to point out not only what injustice looks like but what consequences it has. Amos pointed out that the “success” of Israel was unstable and could lead to its demise. As people of God, prophecy is some of our work. We end up having to say that unless this country turns itself around and faces its own racism as well as its ridiculous gun laws, the violence we experience now will only continue to escalate.

There is such fear in our society because there is such oppression, and those of us who benefit from it live in fear that it will turn around and oppress us. (Because life and society are complicated, almost of us benefit from it in some ways and are oppressed by it in others.) Injustice anywhere is not ONLY a threat to justice everywhere, is it a source of our anxiety and fear, and thus a piece of the violence of our society itself.

There are many intersecting issues in our country today, and I’m expecting that many of you who are listening have already done many of the things that can make a difference. I’m going to remind us all of them again though, because in the midst of fear it is a good reminder that we can do things that matter.

We take courage from each other and from the God we know so that we can acknowledge our fears without repressing them nor letting them rule our lives.

We continue to educate ourselves about our past and present as a nation with racial oppression, to destabilize the myths of racism and thereby change them.

We can speak up about gun access.

We name injustice and oppression wherever we see it, and we participate in actions to change them. We do this even when it infuriates others.

We love all of God’s people as much as we can as often as we can and as well as we can, and trust that God will use our love to build the world as God would have it be.

We trust that if we work together, and act out of faith, hope, and love, even the brokenness of our country can be fixed.

May it be so, and may the God of justice use us to help heal our country, even if it means infuriating others with our calls for justice. Amen

1“Allowables” a poem by Nicki Giovanni, in her book  Chasing Utopia: A Hybrid, page 109.

2Thomas W. Mann in “Exegetical Perspective on Amos 7:7-17” found on page 221 of “Feasting on the Word Year C Volume 3” edited by Barbara Brown Taylor and David Bartlett (Westminster John Knox Press: Louisville Kentucky, 2010).

3Mann, 221.

4Mann, 225.

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Rev. Sara E. BaronFirst United Methodist Church of Schenectady603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305

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Sermons

“My Delight Is in Her” based on Isaiah 62:1-5 and…

  • January 17, 2016February 15, 2020
  • by Sara Baron

This strange story, unique to the Gospel of John, is traditionally connected with the Epiphany. It is only relatively recently that it got pushed out the second Sunday after the Epiphany, and is now only included every three years. I’m grateful that this is not a text that comes up every year. It is a story that leads to a whole lot more questions than answers.

Perhaps you didn’t come up with that many questions. Allow me to share with you some of the questions I have about this strange story:

  1. Why were the disciples invited to this wedding? They’ve been “the disciples” for 1-2 days.
  2. Why did Mary ignore Jesus’s rejection of her request?
  3. Why did Jesus do what he tells his mother he won’t do?
  4. Why was Mary sticking her nose into this wine issue anyway?
  5. Who was getting married?
  6. Why did they have 6 ritual cleansing pots at their house? Why were they empty?
  7. How did they fill the pots? Was it from a well? How far away was it and how long did it take?
  8. We know that people drank wine instead of water because of disease at that time, was “really good wine” watered down to 30% potency like the rest of it?

But more so than any of these, the big question is:

WHY ON EARTH IS THIS PRESENTED AS THE FIRST MIRACLE IN JOHN?

Some commentators do some beautiful work trying to justify this story. Before we even get started on that, let me articulate my biggest issue with preaching about “The First Miracle”: addictions exist, they’re real, and alcoholism is a big deal. It is hard to talk about this passage without waxing poetic about “good wine” and yet it is hard to wax poetic about “good wine” while being truly pastoral to people struck with the disease of alcoholism.

I think that is very important to remember that without water purification technology, in settled communities in the ancient world, no one drank water. People drank wine because the fermentation killed the bacteria that would otherwise kill them – although they didn’t know that. They just knew that they died from water and not from wine. Furthermore, people seemed to enjoy drinking. It shows up early and often in the Bible, and there isn’t condemnation of it. That’s cool, and sometimes fun, for those who don’t have drinking problems. Its hard for those who do. Perhaps it is useful to remember that just as the ancient people didn’t know about bacteria, they didn’t know about alcoholism. Therefore, the Bible seems to assume that wine is equally good for everyone. We know it isn’t.

OK, so now that we acknowledged all that, one commentator that I read this week talked about how great it is that Jesus’s first miracle was for the sake of joy and fun. He wrote, “Sometimes the church has forgotten that our Lord once attended a wedding feast and said yes to gladness and joy.”1 He continued on describing “a God who loves to hear the laugher of people.”2 I like this take on the miracle. I think it has some validity. I’ve been around lots of churches, and church people, who take the entire enterprise way too seriously. The whole idea of connecting to a God of love, and communing with God’s beloved people is that it is supposed to be awesome. There is goodness in God, in worship, in prayer, in study, in sharing God’s love in the world. It is FUN. If you don’t believe me, stay for communion. Communities that don’t enjoy each other and have fun are missing something really important about life with God. This isn’t a competition about who can sacrifice the most. This is about sharing and enjoying life! The presentation of Jesus as someone who cared enough about parties to make sure that they kept having the wine flowing surely does remind us that life with God is GOOD.

There are many reasons to believe that Jesus was a bit of a party-boy. There are lots of passages in the Bible that suggest that God wants us to live life, and live it abundantly, and ENJOY the time we have on this beautiful planet. However, they live in completion with the reminder that we’re supposed to enjoy life AND make sure that others get to as well.

This story, taken seriously, challenges us to receive and then share this extravagant generosity and grace. If we consider God to be interested in people enjoying each other at good parties, it follows that understand a God who really cares about the joy of life. Then we get to wonder about how well we’re receiving it: God who is generous and loving and wants us to enjoy the gift of life offers us opportunities for love, connection, play, and laughter. Sometimes we’re “too busy” or “too serious” to take them. We might want to rethink priorities! Furthermore, this is a great set up to consider the Genesis line “blessed to be a blessing.” How can we follow the example of Jesus in offering extravagant generosity and opportunities for great joy to others? When are we giving things to others for the pure joy of watching their disbelief? This angle on the story is productive and interesting, but it doesn’t really explain why this story comes FIRST.

Many have suggested that this is a post-Easter perspective of Jesus. That’s viable, since John was the last of the gospels to be written, this story only shows up in John, and it has the capacity to be understood has highly metaphorical. John is into poetry. So, if John were working with a story to try to explain Jesus, this could sound like something he might create. From that perspective, we would do well to take note that there are two highly visible, detailed miracles in John. One is this one, and the other is the feeding of the 5000. That one is pretty excessive as well. If the two most visible miracles about about WINE and BREAD, it might be reasonable to assume that there is an intentional theme of Communion underlying them.

Jesus provides wine in radical abundance. Jesus feeds all who come to him. Yeah. That works. It still doesn’t explain why this story comes FIRST, in fact, it would work better right after the feeding, right??

This week my reading pointed me to two verses in the minor prophet section of the Hebrew Bible. The verses are Amos 9:13 and Joel 3:18 and they read:

The time is surely coming, says the Lord,
  when the one who ploughs shall overtake the one who reaps,
  and the treader of grapes the one who sows the seed;
the mountains shall drip sweet wine,
  and all the hills shall flow with it. (Amos 9:13)

On that day
the mountains shall drip sweet wine,
  the hills shall flow with milk,
and all the stream beds of Judah
  shall flow with water;
a fountain shall come forth from the house of the Lord
  and water the Wadi Shittim. (Joel 3:18)

That is, in the Hebrew Bible, “an abundance of good wine is an eschatological symbol, a sign of the joyous arrival of God’s new age.”3 I suspect that THIS is the most likely reason for the inclusion of this “first miracle” story in the Gospel of John. John doesn’t have a birth narrative. He starts with the poetry about the Word becoming flesh, transitions to talking about John the Baptist, and then jumps right into Jesus calling the disciples.

This story comes next. Jesus calls a bunch of disciples one day, he calls a bunch more the next day, and on the third day (yes, people suspect that’s intentional too), Jesus and the disciples go to this wedding. It is, at least as told in John, the very first thing they do as Jesus’s disciples. And then Jesus preforms a miracle that is a sign of the joyous arrival of God’s new age. It is “a rich symbol in the biblical tradition inferring prosperity, abundance, good times; the wine will overflow the water pots.”4 The abundance of God’s goodness is expressed in the abundance of the wine. The new age begins here, and it is declared in a way that the ancients can understand. (Apparently, many ancients – not just the Jewish ones. The same commentator wrote, “A miraculous supply of wine as a sign of the presence of a god is a common motif in Greek folklore.”5 She warns us not to take this too seriously. I find it worth mentioning.)

I’m so grateful for this connection to the symbolism that the first hearers of this story would have understood. It makes a lot of sense if this is a symbol that would have been understood as the declaration of a new age of God’s work in the world. In fact, this functions much like Matthew and Luke’s Christmas stories function in their gospels.

Now, to take a step further backward, the setting of this narrative at a wedding is likely not trivial either. The metaphor of marriage as a way of understanding God’s relationship to Israel was longstanding. The prophets played with it extensively. Our Hebrew Bible passage draws the prior narratives to bring a new one to light. The idea of God and Israel as married was old. The prophets who spoke of the coming exile talked about God’s right to divorce Israel. The prophets of the exile talked about God’s abandonment of God’s wife Israel. And then, in this passage, God restores Israel to her status as wife. Dr. Rick Nutt, chair of the department of Religion and Philosophy at Muskingum University in Ohio writes:

“God’s liberating action grows out of God’s covenant promise to Israel – for marriage always evokes ideas of covenant. The gods of the ancient world were often capricious, one could not know when favor or disfavor might be forthcoming. YHWH, on the other hand, imposed limits on God’s freedom to exercise power. In the covenant, God promised steadfast love – hesed – as the basis of the relationship with the people, and in return the people promised to love and serve God. Judgement may come, but it will always be on the basis of the covenant – and because of the covenant, restoration will always follow. Liberation renews Israel’s relationship with God to wholeness, because God will be true to covenant.”6

I believe that the writer of the Gospel of John was a smart man, well versed in the scriptures of his day. He knew what he was doing, when placing this story at a wedding feast. He was intentionally invoking the concept of God as a loving spouse, even if only as a underlying theme. The words “My Delight is in Her” from Isaiah end up as one of the backgrounds that set the scene for Jesus. The writer was intentionally developing the idea of wine as a symbol of life, and of God’s presence, and of a new age in the history of God’s work among the people. The incredible excess of the story: the presence of SIX empty water jars, their large size, the water filled to the brim and nearly over flowing, and the goodness of the wine serve as symbols of the abundance of God’s love – hesed– in this new age.

There are still plenty of questions, but this story is not accidental. Thanks be to God for reminders of life, abundance, and goodness.  May we learn to live fully into life, abundance, and goodness. Amen

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Sermon Talkback Questions

  1. What are your questions about this passage?
  2. Which interpretation was most interesting to you?
  3. What are the problems, and powers, of the metaphor of marriage for God and “the people”?
  4. What else can wine symbolize?
  5. In what ways did Jesus usher in a “new age”? In what ways are we still waiting for one?
  6. What is your general opinion of the Gospel of John?
  7. What might be good alternatives to discussing the rich wonder of WINE?
  8. What do you take from this passage today?

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1Robert B. Brearley, “Pastoral Perspective on John 2:1-11” in Feasting on the Word Year C Volume 1 edited by Barbara Brown Taylor and David Bartlett (Westminster John Knox Press: Louisville Kentucky, 2009) page 262.

2Ibid.

3Gail O’Day, “John” in New Interpreter’s Study Bible, vol. 9 (Nashville: Abingdon, 1995), 538

4Linda McKinnish Bridges, “Exegetical Perspective on John 2:1-11” in Feasting on the Word Year C Volume 1 edited by Barbara Brown Taylor and David Bartlett (Westminster John Knox Press: Louisville Kentucky, 2009) page 265.

5Ibid

6Rick Nutt, “Theological Perspective on Isaiah 61:1-5” in Feasting on the Word Year C Volume 1 edited by Barbara Brown Taylor and David Bartlett (Westminster John Knox Press: Louisville Kentucky, 2009) page 246.

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Rev. Sara E. Baron
First United Methodist Church of Schenectady
603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305
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January 17, 2016

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