The story of resurrection is not about Jesus alone. The story of resurrection is for those who would follow this criminal—and that is how Rome saw him, a criminal worthy of nothing more than humiliation and elimination. The story of resurrection is trusting that he told and lived a truth worth living. The story of resurrection is the story of Love rising and rolling away stones that entomb our spirit, our souls, and our bodies.
Or will we listen? Will we begin the work of learning about the history and the reality of racism and will we find the courage to see our own complicity in it? Will we join in the struggle, in the march, in the Palm Sunday parade and commit ourselves to dismantling it? That is where it is personal. White people can’t help but be racist. We can decide what to do about it.
America is not going to be great again, no matter what demagogue tweets it. It is going to become humble again. That is not bad news even as there will be much suffering as the mighty billionaires cling to power before they fall.
This sermon was preached amidst the art at Southminster’s 39th Annual Art Show. The sermon went along with a powerpoint presentation (below). This is an embedded Microsoft Office presentation, powered by Office Online.
I no longer think the promised land has a longitude or a latitude. I no longer think the promised land is a heavenly castle or a Marxist utopia.
The land, I think, is within. The promised land, the home is living in this present moment with the world as it is. The home is the road.
Beliefs create for us a world, a home. They aren’t bad. They serve a purpose. But when they no longer serve a purpose, when they no longer are life-giving they need to be let go. The task of religion is to enable us to do that.