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Wednesday, October 31, 2007

"El Dia de Los Muertos"

Ezekiel 37:1-14


October 28, 2007 Twenty-Second Sunday after Pentecost

Preached at Kingston Road United Church by the Rev. Richard C. Choe

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Kim and I were on an elevator after visiting our friend Glenn when the elevator stopped on the 5th floor. A priest walked in. He was dressed in black and wore a clergy collar; a Bible and a purple stole in his hand. It was most likely that he had just performed last rites for someone who was dying. He looked very serious and solemn. As the elevator began to descend to the main floor, I said to the priest, “I thought you guys only go up and never down.” The priest burst out laughing. Humour has way of unburdening us from life’s challenges.

I grew up seeing caricatures of tigers and evil spirits in South Korea. Some of the old houses had drawings of a tiger with large fangs on the gate of a house. Some of the old cemeteries had huge stone carvings standing ten feet tall guarding the tombs. Each and every one of these image also had humorous expressions on them. The tiger, one of the most feared animals in Korea, had comical expressions on his face. Many of the tigers were holding a long stemmed tobacco pipe, smoking. The stone carvings of the evil spirits had cartoon-like features like huge rounded eyes and a huge circle depicting a nose.

I learned while studying Korean religion and philosophy in university that the ancient Koreans turned the objects of fear, such as tigers and evil spirits, into humorous caricatures so they could grapple with fear in a manageable way. Images of death, like a ferocious tiger or evil spirits, were “tamed” by re-imagining them into something comical and silly.

Many cultures and communities around the globe use humour to deal with fear of death. Making something that is outside of one’s grasp into something tangible like anthropomorphized tiger and evil spirits in order to make some sense has been part of spirituality in many communities.

If you were to pause and look around you, you may be surprised to know that there are many who are living with illness and many are grieving the loss of loved ones through death. Irene Maguire, one of the staunch members of our faith community passed away last Sunday. Her funeral was held here on Thursday and she is missed by many of us. Death is part of our lives. And yet North American culture focuses so much on youthfulness and rejuvenation of individuals. Our culture seems to be focused on “death-denying” and we do not want to acknowledge death as part of our life. Many TV and print advertisements in North America are about youthfulness. Billions of dollars are spent on anything and everything that would make people look youthful. “Old is bad and young is good” seems to be the message.

But if you were to look at the reasons why we are so preoccupied with youthfulness and rejuvenation in our culture, you might draw the conclusion that it is not youthfulness we are preoccupied with but a fear of death. It is the fear of death that drives people to find ways to deny that death is part of the human life journey.

I am sure some of you were shocked at the images you saw in the bulletin this morning. I must admit that I, too, felt somewhat uncomfortable using the images of “El Dia de Los Muertos” when DeeAnn and I sat to work on today’s service a few weeks ago. The images of this Mexican festival looked so alien to me. Is this Christian? Could we use such images on Sunday worship service? Are we glorifying death?

DeeAnn was very helpful to point out to me that “El Dia de Los Muertos” – translated roughly from Spanish into English as the “Day of the Dead” – is about re-connecting death as integral part of our life rather than trying to deny that reality. “El Dia de Los Muertos” uses humour to help us to embrace death as an integral part of the human life journey. There is also a sense of tribute to nature and respect for one’s ancestors present in ofrendas – the offerings – to the ancestors.

Hallowe’en began as a Celtic ceremony reflecting the vision of life as a natural, never-ending cycle of birth, death and reincarnation. The five days of festivities known as Samhain (pronounced sa-wen) began on the eve of October 31, and constituted the greatest event in the Celtic calendar. The Celts’ religion, still practiced today, is called Wicca, meaning wise. The Celts believed that the veil between the spirit world and the living is the thinnest on Samhain (sa-wen) Eve. As the two worlds become transparent to each other, those who died recently chose the bodies of people or animals to inhabit for the next year. To scare away these spiritual “squatters,” the Celts dressed up as demons, hobgoblins and witches.
[i] Hallowe’en began as a way to embrace death as part of the circle of life in ancient times in British Isles, West-Central Europe, Spain and Portugal. Many Celtic belief and practices have been incorporated into western Christianity over the years.

Nebuchadnezzar, ruler of the powerful Babylonian empire, destroyed Jerusalem and burned Solomon’s temple to the ground in 586 BCE. The Jerusalem temple, where Yahweh dwelt, was essential to the Israelites. Some ten thousand Israelites were exiled in Babylon. How would they serve Yahweh without the temple that was the only means of making contact with their God? Five years after his arrival in Babylon a young priest called Ezekiel had a terrifying vision. He saw a vision that God had left Jerusalem and, riding on what seemed to be a massive war chariot, had come to live with the exiles in Babylon.
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Today’s scripture reading is part of Ezekiel’s vision from his experiences of exile in Babylon. It is a vision of re-imagining new ways of being in the midst of suffering and death. It is a vision of hope that God is with them even when Israelites felt disconnected from God.

If you were to see the images in this space – this sanctuary – through the eyes of someone new to the Christian faith, you would be surprised how much symbols of birth, death and resurrection you see here. There is a cross – a symbol of torture and death from the Roman era turned into a symbol of a new birth. There are images of dead saints – those whose lives are eternal through the re-telling and re-enacting of their deeds by the followers of Jesus. There is also all of us – individuals at various life and faith stages walking together as community. This is a place of acknowledging life, death and renewal.

How do we learn to pause at times to reflect on our life?
What are we thankful for when we think about our ancestors?
How do we grieve loss of lives of our loved ones in ways that are healing rather than just experiencing pain?

I would like to invite you to take time to reflect on those questions as you participate in the activities following this reflection. Like Ezekiel we live in the midst of despair and hope for radical changes. Like Ezekiel we would like to vision a renewed life that is filled with God’s spirit so we could experience connection with God once again.

May God’s spirit be poured into us and renew our soul, mind. and body. May God gift us with a sense of humour when we feel too exhausted to laugh. May we be a source of hope and strength to one another.

Amen.

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[i] Gregory Felton, “How Halloween took flight,” The Globe and Mail October 31, 1994. “Halloween born of ancient pagan rituals” Toronto Star October 31, 1996.
[ii] Karen Armstrong, The Bible: A Biography (Vancouver/Toronto: Douglas & McIntyre, 2007) 9-10.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Stretching to Our Fullest

Luke 13:10-17



Preached at 2007 Toronto Conference Ethnic Rally at Toronto Chinese United Church
by the Rev. Richard C. Choe




Stretching to the fullest.

A few years ago I went back to South Korea to visit and I toured an old prison in Seoul. It had been turned into a walk through museum. In the basement of the jail, I saw small prison cells no bigger than a broom closet. They were purposely designed with very low ceilings so the prisoners could only stand with their necks bent. Can you imagine never being allowed to stand fully erect? My neck hurts as I think about it now. The effect of such prison cells was to break prisoners’ spirits as well as their bodies.

The prison was built and used during the Japanese military occupation of Korea from 1909 to 1945. The jail is now a museum so visitors can see and experience the shameful period of Korean history when the Japanese Military Regime ruled Korea with brutality and violence until the Atom bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in August 1945.

The prison cell in South Korea reminds me of Luke’s story of a bent woman with a spirit that had crippled her for 18 years. Not being able to stretch to her full height must have been torturous. Only seeing the ground she was walking on – littered with things people would carefully avoid stepping on. Never being able to look people in the eye. But the worst part of it all must have been the inability to stretch to the fullest of her being.

An unnamed, bent over woman encounters Jesus one Sabbath Day and was set free from her ailment and was able to stand straight and praise God for letting her be able to stretch to her full height. But the religious authority can only focus on the fact that Jesus transgressed the rules of the Sabbath.

In the time of Jesus, physical difference was accepted as a curse, a sign of an individual’s sin or the sins of one’s ancestors. Having any physical contact with such a person also placed one at the risk of being cursed as well. It was not just during the time of Jesus that physical difference was seen as a curse. It continues to happen in our time.

Societies continue to define and dictate what is acceptable and “normative” to the public. Media spins the “orthodoxy” – “belief in or agreement with what is, or is currently held to be right, especially in religious matters.”
[i] And the public continues to perpetuate the orthodoxy until a brave soul, like Jesus, stands tall and challenges public opinion.

Tracy Turnblad is a generously portioned high school student in Baltimore, Maryland in 1962. The highlight of her day is to watch The Corny Collins Show, a local teen dance show from Station WYZT, with her friend, Penny Pingleton.

When the Station is looking for a new dancer for The Corny Collins Show, Tracy auditions for the show but gets turned away for being overweight and supportive of racial integration of the show.

This is 1962 in Baltimore. Only once a month are African American kids allowed to be part of The Corny Collins Show. Racism was in full swing.

Besides catchy tunes and wonderful dance moves, the play and the movie Hairspray shows how the United States struggled with the issues of race, intertwined with socio-political disparities, in the 1960s. The physical standards – physical preferences of the media, to be precise – based on people’s sizes, both height and width, along with the colour of one’s skin is also at a forefront of the issues the movie deals with. Parts of the movie were captured in Toronto so there are familiar landmarks as people march along the Roncesvalles Village near High Park.

When Black and White young people fall in love with one another – like the characters of Seaweed and Penny – and people finally stand up for their rights – the way African Americans and Tracy and her Mom march for racial integration of the dance show – the walls of segregation begin to tumble down. When people begin to lift their heads and reach to their full potential, equal rights, and privileges, communities begin to experience healing and freedom.

It was not just African Americans who were healed by marching toward healing and freedom when they stood up for their God-given inalienable rights to be equal with their White neighbours. The rest of American society – First Nations Peoples, Whites, Asians, and bi- and multi- racial people of all shades began to be healed and freed in the process. By segregating one segment of society, those who were enforcing segregation were also in need of healing and freedom from their racism and hatred of their neighbours. Canada was not exempt.

It is amazing how the church and societies do not seem to realise that the disease of discrimination against the downtrodden and minorities of any community always points to the illness of the majority of the members within it. There is much resistance toward the healing of the community and the Other just the way the bent woman’s community seemed unwilling to heal her themselves, and heal themselves in the process.

The Very Rev. Dr. Bill Phipps, who served as the Moderator of The United Church of Canada from 1997 to 2000, speaks of the necessary transformation of humanity as a process of moving away from being co-opted and perpetuating the Old Story – stories that are characterized by violence, fear, domination, arrogance, and competition. In his new book Cause for Hope: Humanity as the Crossroads,
[ii] he speaks of moving to the New Story – stories that are characterized by mutual respect, cooperation, laughter, humility, interdependence, interconnection, and gratitude. When you change the story, you can change the context of your life and the future.

Much of our Church, The United Church of Canada, still believes, participates, perpetuates, and disseminates the Old Story. When the Ethnic Ministries Council was being developed as a way of transforming the United Church in 1992, many in the church raised questions about creating a national program unit that would “isolate and segregate” ethnic minorities from the rest of the church. What they have not asked themselves was the question why they, the dominant part of church, have been “isolating and segregating” the ethnic minorities since the inception of the United Church. There were no visible minority or First Nations Commissioners at the Mutual Arena celebrating the inception of The United Church of Canada in 1925.

The same question continues even today, eleven years after the creation of the Ethnic Ministries Council. Like the religious authority in the Luke story, the people of the status quo can only focus on the fact that ethnic minorities are doing something that is contrary to the rules and regulations that have benefited them to remain dominant within the church.

“Why Ethnic Ministries Council/Unit?” Many of us who have been part of the Ethnic Ministries Council/Unit have been answering this question for more than seventeen years.

The institutional racism within The United Church of Canada has segregated and isolated ethnic minorities as the Other within the Church from the time of Union in 1925. It is questionable whether the founding vision of the United Church of being One in Christ Jesus had any intention to include anyone other than White Europeans.

Being One in the United Church for many ethnic minorities, Peoples of the First Nations, and French Canadians has been and still is about being assimilated into White Anglo Saxon Protestant values that have too often been expressed as the Old Story of alienation, belittlement and exclusion of ethnic minorities in the church. What we seek through the leadership of Ethnic Ministries is integration of the whole where each part of Christ’ body is valued and appreciated and is part of transforming the whole.

So when ethnic minorities within the Church, in partnership with some ethnic majority allies, spoke for establishing a national unit that would encourage, enable, and empower ethnic minorities along with the rest of the Church, those of the Old Story saw it as a threat to their status quo rather than a gift to the Church.

Ethnic Ministries, Aboriginal Ministries, and French Ministries have a vision to begin to tell the New Story of the United Church – stories that are based on mutual and interconnected relationships amongst all peoples within and outside the Church.

But when you are only used to the Old Story – a paradigm of competition, and divide and conquer – ways of interdependence by establishing, developing and nurturing all parts of the Body of Jesus Christ can only be seen as “isolation and segregation” of the minorities.

The proposal from the Ethnic Ministries Unit for the United Church to embrace intercultural ministry – a ministry of mutuality between and amongst all racial/ethnic/cultural communities – and to become an intercultural church was accepted at the 39th General Council of The United Church of Canada in Thunder Bay in 2006. The church committed itself to move toward the New Story for the common good of all.

The United Church needs intercultural ministry – a ministry between and among peoples of various racial/ethnic communities – a ministry that envisions, pursues, and lives out the original vision of Jesus Christ “That All May be One.” What we need is individual and corporate courage to live the New Story of interrelatedness, mutuality, and interdependence where no one is left out and where everyone is truly appreciated and valued as children of God.

The intercultural church we envision is about faith communities that seek partnership amongst the disenfranchised to enable and empower themselves to be equal partners in the ministry of Jesus Christ. It is about inviting and challenging those who are in the status quo to courageously “de-centre” themselves to join the community where everyone is truly equal as servants of the ministry of Jesus Christ. It is about re-membering – as in re-connecting – our church to find ways to establish right relationship with sisters and brothers in First Nations communities and with one another.

My hope is that the intercultural vision would provide a thorough understanding of the Old Story in order to not keep repeating the old paradigms of empowerment of some at the disempowerment and dispossession of others. James Cone cautions us that “lack of knowledge of one’s past leads inevitably to self-hatred and self-hate leads one to love the oppressor’s values, and thus to act against one’s own freedom.”
[iii] Ethnic minorities in the church would need to unlearn the behaviour of being Native Informers – those who have been co-opted to the Old Story that they have internalized the racist values of their oppressors deeply within them. Ethnic majorities in the church, on the other hand, would need to embrace and accept who they are without the trappings of the unearned privileges and status of being White in Canada. What we are envisioning together as ethnic minorities and ethnic majorities through intercultural ministry is a faith community that tells the New Story that heals and transforms all within it.

An Intercultural church should be a place where faith and life stories of each one in the community is lifted up and cherished so we can all live to our fullest. It is a community where the Journeys of Black Peoples is a healing and peace-making journey of peoples of all African descents. It is a community where the Sounding the Bamboo is a healing and life transforming event for racial ethnic minority women. It is also a community where people of the land and people from away; where men, women, youth, children, gays, lesbian, transgendered, and differently abled folks are all welcomed and embraced as sisters and brothers in God’s love.

Intercultural Church is a vision of a community where the last, the least and the lost in our society are invited and welcomed as part of our community. Intercultural church is not a middle class ghetto where only upwardly mobile folks from various racial-ethnic cultural communities congregate for the next opportunity to advance themselves by peddling the “hierarchy of pain” through which one community’s Otherness becomes a ticket for one’s personal and individual success. Intercultural church is where everyday is “intercultural day” and every aspect of ministry and worship is intercultural in ethos and in practice.

There is a song in the movie Hairspray that says a lot about our communal journey in intercultural ministry. The civil rights marchers sing “I Know Where I’ve Been” as they demonstrate for the de-segregation of the dance show.

Motormouth Maybelle Stubbs, played by Queen Latifah, leads the singing as they march for freedom and the healing of society.“There's a dreamIn the futureThere's a struggleWe have yet to winAnd there's prideIn my heart 'Cause I knowWhere I'm goingAnd I know where I've beenIn my heart 'Cause I knowWhere I'm goingAnd I know where I've beenThere's a roadWe must travelThere's a promiseWe must make'Cause the richesWill be plentyWorth the riskAnd chances that we takeThere's a dreamIn the futureThere's a struggleWe have yet to winUse that prideIn our heartsTo lift us upTo tomorrow'Cause just to sit stillWould be a sinAnd lord knowsI knowWhere I've beenOh! When we win,I'll give thanks to my God'Cause I know where I've been.

When people stand up to say “No” to the orthodoxy of the day and society’s prevailing beliefs and attitudes based on the Old Story that threaten and force people to live at a less than their fullest, then healing of the society begins.

When the rest of the Canada begins to hear the pleas for dignity from Aboriginal Peoples and participate in the healing journey for all Canadians, the healing in Canada will begin.

When society begins to realise that the healing of the entire society depends on the healing of the wounded and marginalised, then healing has begun.

When we, as a faith community, do not participate in this healing process, we are diminished, stunted, living with our heads down so we cannot see our brothers and sisters. Becoming an intercultural church is about affirming life for all so that all can live to their fullest in the New Story.

Luke recorded the day when Jesus not only sought out the bent woman but also touched her and healed her on the Sabbath. It is not the dogma of the religion that healed the bent woman. It is the homeless rabbi named Jesus from Nazareth who healed and enabled the bent women to stretch to her fullest.

The story does not end after her healing. The healing also comes to the community. Jan Richardson, a Methodist pastor, writes in her book, Sacred Journey: A Woman’s Book of Daily Prayer.

“The community also receives Jesus’ freeing touch as it begins to learn about the care God calls us to have for one another. With Jesus’ touch of the woman’s body, with her song of praise, and with the community’s rejoicing, this story challenges us to consider how we participate in the diminishment of those around us and how we must provide the condition of healing – physical, emotional, economic, relational – to happen for us all.”
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In a place where people lives were bent with the burdens of the Old Story Jesus started the New Story that “un-bent” and stretched everyone to their fullest potential. For us, intercultural ministry is the New Story of Jesus Christ for our church. It is the story of interconnectedness, interdependence, and intercultural relationship amongst all God’s people.

The bent woman got un-bent and she was able to celebrate with her community and praise God for the gift.

What about us? in the here and now?

What parts of our lives are not living to the fullest? Who are we in the face of those who live at less than the fullest?

Jesus continues to challenge us to seek out those who are prevented from living to their fullest, and to heal them. Jesus continues to seek us out and heal us when we are bent and stunted by the prejudices and unwillingness of others to see us the way God sees us. For we, too, need healing. For we know where we’ve been. And we know we are going on a journey of healing and freedom for all God’s children.

May our life be abundant with creative ways of stretching to our fullest.

Amen.

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[i] Katherine Barber, The Canadian Oxford Dictionary, (Toronto: Oxford University Press, 1998 ed.) 1027.
[ii] Bill Phipps, Cause for Hope: Humanity at the Crossroads, (Kelowna: CopperHouse, 2007) 71-109.
[iii] James Cone, A Black Theology of Liberation, (Maryknoll: Orbis Books, 1986) 203.
[iv] Jan L. Richardson, Sacred Journeys: A Woman’s Book of Daily Prayer, (Nashville: Upper Room Books, 1996) 414.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Gift of Life

John 6:25-35

October 7, 2007 Nineteenth Sunday after Pentecost

Worldwide Communion & Thanksgiving Sunday

Preached at Kingston Road United Church by the Rev. Richard C. Choe

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34They said to him, ‘Sir, give us this bread always.’ 35 Jesus said to them, ‘I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.

Richard C. Choe©
“Communion Basket & Cup at Walpole Island First Nations United Church”


What are you thankful for?

What are you thankful for as you celebrate Thanksgiving?

I know that Thanksgiving Day will always be associated with a miracle that happened to my friend Glenn this weekend.

“In Honour of those who gave the Gift of Life” This inscription was etched on the 7th floor of the Toronto General Hospital as you enter Transplant Unit of the hospital. There are sixty photos of people on either side of the inscription. Each photo is accompanied with a brief description of the person. They are photos of men and women, boys and girls, who have donated their organs so that others may live. I was so moved by the individuals who were courageous enough and generous enough to share part of their body so that someone else may have a chance to live life anew.

A woman came by me around 6 am on Saturday morning as I was reading the descriptions of each person on the wall. “They are beautiful, aren’t they?” she commented. “Are you doing a research to write a book?” she asked me. “No, but I would like to share some of their stories with others since a friend of mine is waiting for transplant surgery,” I said to her. “My name is Suzanne and I just had heart transplant on September 20,” she said. “I did not know how long it takes to recover but I am so thankful for these people.” “I read about some of these people in the news,” Suzanne said as she walked toward her room, pushing her IV trolley.

My friend Glenn Smith, whom some of you have met at our Covenanting service last year, has been waiting for kidney and pancreas transplants for about three years. He received a call on Friday night around 9 pm that he would need to get to the Toronto General Hospital as soon as possible. The call was from 705 calling area, Glenn told me as we were heading to the hospital. We were surmising that there must have been a fatal accident in Northern and Central Ontario, places like Halliburton and Barry. Glenn was also told that he was a “secondary” recipient – meaning that the surgery may or may not happen this time.

Glenn, Kim and I were beyond excitement as we were heading down the Gardiner Expressway. We know how difficult it has been for Glenn as he awaited for a possible transplants. There were so many ups and downs. A close friend of Glenn’s volunteered to donate her kidney and they spent so much time going through all the required procedures in the past year. But there were medical complications that prevented the hope of transplant at the last stage a few weeks ago. Needless to say, this was such a disheartening experience for all of us who were hopeful of the transplant for Glenn so he could live his life as fully as possible. Then, the call came out of the blue on Friday night. A gift might have his name on it.

“It is good to be a friend.”

“It is good to be a friend,” was what I was thinking as I was rushing along the highway to take my friend to a hospital on Friday evening.

We got to the hospital in record time. Kim reminded me that the surgery was not an excuse for me to fly down the highway. Once Glenn was admitted to the hospital, a long wait began. Three of us spent the night sharing jokes and regaling one another as nurses came in through the night and morning to perform various tests and preparations for the surgery. No one at the hospital was able to tell us whether the surgery would happen. All we knew was that there was a possibility of a surgery.

Three of us formed a circle as we held hands and pray to God for Glenn’s safe keeping and guidance for the surgeons and nurses. The emotions of the moment and the tears flowed on our cheeks reminded us of the friendship and love we shared with those who were praying for Glenn. 27 hours after he received the call Glenn’s surgery was successful and he was alert last night.

It is wonderful to be alive. It is wonderful to give a “Gift of Life” when you have an opportunity to do so.

Here are two descriptions I read from the wall of the Transplant Unit on Saturday morning.

Robert was wearing a tuxedo with a smile on his face. He looked to be in his mid 30s.

“Known as Bobby to friends and family, he was full of life and always had a smile. He enjoyed fishing, cars and being with friends. He was a loving son and a caring person with a heart of gold. He would have wanted to know that through organ donation he was still able to help another. He is dearly missed by all who knew him.”

Sarah was wearing a graduation gown and a mortar board in the photos. She looked to be about 8 years old.

“Sarah was beautiful child who stole people’s heart at a very early age. She was full of love and not shy to show it. She helped people however she could. Sarah loved to swim, fish and ride her bike. Her school planted a tree in her memory. Not a day goes by that she is not missed immensely by her family.”

It is indeed wonderful to be alive. It is truly wonderful to give a “Gift of Life” when you have an opportunity to do so.

We heard the words of Jesus remembered by the early Christians in the Community of John, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.”

Robert, Sarah, and those who gave their organs in their death have become the bread of life for those who have received transplants – like my friend Glenn Smith and Suzanne whom I met at the hospital yesterday. People like Robert and Sarah gave opportunities for others to have their life renewed. I am immensely grateful to those who had courage to share their life through organ donations for I know what it is like to see a dear friend’s life being renewed and regenerated with hope and possibilities of a future.

In my thanksgiving for Glenn’s renewed life, I am also mindful of the death of the person who shared part of his or her body. I think of the pain the family must be experiencing as they mourn the loss of their child, parent, and love of their lives. I pray for God’s guidance and comfort as they grieve the loss of their loved one.

Jesus is remembered as the bread of life by us for we believe that Jesus is present in and through our lives as we comfort those who are in need of our care and celebrate with those who are experiencing joy in their lives.

It is good to be a friend – for Jesus is our friend. It is good to be a “Gift of Life” – for Jesus is the gift of life for us all.

On this Thanksgiving Sunday we are thankful for all those friends who are walking with us in this journey called life. We are grateful for so many who have been a source of nurturing and sustenance for us as we traverse this passage called life

We celebrate Worldwide Communion – partaking in the celebration of being part of body of hope for a renewed life in Jesus Christ. We “re-member” (bind) ourselves with people of Burma – military dictators who are spiritually destitute as well as for those who are hungering for food and for justice in their land. We “re-member” (bind) ourselves with our neighbours who are homeless and those who experience “homelessness” even when they are at home. We “re-member” (bind) ourselves with Jesus Christ as we join in his ministry of loving kindness for all God’s creatures.

Amen.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Saving Fish from Drowning

“Saving Fish from Drowning”
Luke 16:19-31

September 30, 2007 Eighteenth Sunday after Pentecost
Preached at Kingston Road United Church by the Rev. Richard C. Choe


Charlotte, North Carolina Richard C. Choe©

19 ‘There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and who feasted sumptuously every day. 20And at his gate lay a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, 21who longed to satisfy his hunger with what fell from the rich man’s table; even the dogs would come and lick his sores. 22The poor man died and was carried away by the angels to be with Abraham.* The rich man also died and was buried. 23In Hades, where he was being tormented, he looked up and saw Abraham far away with Lazarus by his side.* 24He called out, “Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am in agony in these flames.” 25But Abraham said, “Child, remember that during your lifetime you received your good things, and Lazarus in like manner evil things; but now he is comforted here, and you are in agony. 26Besides all this, between you and us a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who might want to pass from here to you cannot do so, and no one can cross from there to us.” 27He said, “Then, father, I beg you to send him to my father’s house— 28for I have five brothers—that he may warn them, so that they will not also come into this place of torment.” 29Abraham replied, “They have Moses and the prophets; they should listen to them.” 30He said, “No, father Abraham; but if someone goes to them from the dead, they will repent.” 31He said to him, “If they do not listen to Moses and the prophets, neither will they be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.” ’

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Jesus tells a parable that was well known to his listeners. This story read from the Gospel according to Luke is a folktale which reflects a popular view of the afterlife. It focused on the individual’s fate – that there would be a just reward in the end, that there is a “great reversal” at the end. Needless to say, the story is told from the perspective of the downtrodden and the have-nots.

People in Jesus’ time believed that there was a time and place of reckoning after death. They believed that there was “heaven” for those who led an exemplary life and “hell” for those who did not. The story of an after life was often told in the ancient days as a warning that there would be a time of reckoning.

This notion of “reckoning-after-death” or a “great reversal’ may provide some “relief” and “comfort” for people who are experiencing injustice in life. “Someday my time will come” may have been a way to endure the burdens of life for many who were suffering. The notion of an after life, however, has been abused by many oppressors in history. Many abusive leaders everywhere, both secular and religious, have exploited this “reckoning-after-death” notion to tell the oppressed to accept their life situation without a fuss.

“Do not complain. Do not protest against those who oppress you. Accept what you are given and don’t seek any change. Be thankful for what you have.” Some religious thinkers describe this notion as a form of “delayed gratification” – suffer now but you will get your just reward later.

The notion of “prosperity theology” is a contradictory concept that continues to exist along with the “delayed gratification.” Many continue to believe that wealth is a sign of blessing from God and poverty a sign of God’s curse. Pharisees of Jesus’ time believed this notion based on their reading of the Book of Deuteronomy. Thus, Lazarus, for the Pharisees, would have been an example of God’s curse. Pharisees of Jesus’ time would have implicitly and explicitly accepted that Lazarus was guilty of some appalling sin, and, thus, deserved his suffering. For the Pharisees and many others, God’s blessing was individualised, personalized, and, in the end, privatized God’s action. For many, God had been reduced to a “blessing” business. Their belief in a privatized God led them to ignore the poor and vulnerable. But such a belief also created poverty and vulnerability.

It was to those who believe in a privatized God that Jesus spoke. One of the Biblical Commentary states,

“While this parable seems to be about money, it is really about values. … The question is not whether we have money, but whether we love money (over and against anything else in life) – whether we share God’s concern for the poor and the vulnerable – whether we are too preoccupied with personal concerns to notice the Lazarus in our midst.” [1]

The apathy of the rich man who walked in and out of his house every day past the starving, sore-covered man lying at his gate was the cause of the harsh judgement in the story Jesus told.

The rich man was not an evil doer. He might even be considered a kind man. He could have kicked Lazarus out of his gate yet he allowed him to be there day after day. How long would many of us allow someone who was dirty, sick, and smelling of disease to park right by our door?

The problem with the rich man, Jesus says, was that he did not even lift a finger to do anything to change Lazarus’ circumstance. Apathy, indifference and lack of concern for someone suffering on his doorstep, was the rich man’s sin. It was not a sin of commission but a sin of omission.

By naming the man Lazarus, meaning “God heals” or “God helps,” Jesus confronts the Pharisees of his time. Luke described them as “the lovers of money” (Luke 16:14). Jesus counters their prosperity theology based on Deuteronomy saying that "what is prized by human beings is an abomination in the sight of God" (Luke 16:15).

The name Lazarus is a counter statement from Jesus to those who believed in a privatized God that “God helps those whom people with apathy chose not to help.” The Pharisees would have heard Jesus’ warning to them through the parable: If they were like the rich man in life, they will be like the rich man in death. “Don’t be by-passers. Engage with the poor, the sick, and those in need” is what I hear Jesus saying.

The challenge of the parable did not end with the Pharisees. The challenge continues today.

Who do you identify with the most in the story?
What aspects of the story make you uncomfortable?
How would you like the story to end? And, why?

We, too, pass by the poor and homeless without seeing. We, too, are often so preoccupied with our own issues that we cannot see those who are in need of our help. We discover that we love money over anything else in many instances. The parable confronts us to help and heal the Lazarus people in our midst – in our city as well as in the global village.

Dr. Fumitaka Matsuoka, former Academic Dean of the Pacific School of Religion, shares the following insight on the Luke passage.

“The statement of the “chasm “ that exists between the rich man and Lazarus is a reality about our own apathy (as middle class North Americans) and numbness in the face of overwhelming poverty and suffering. It is a statement about how we are numbed until we become indifferent by the enormity of suffering world over.” [2]

Dr. Matsuoka stated that there is a great chasm fixed between those of us who live in affluence and those who are suffering from economic, social, and political devastations in Asia, Africa, Latin America, and in our own cities. He talks of the chasm fixed between the culture of the “contented” and the underclass. He concludes by saying that, “If faith communities are the embodiment of the good news, these communities are an opportunity for us of courage to see the world for what it is – a world ruled by powers and forces that derive their strength from our natural fear of destruction and our natural need for self-preservation at any cost, even at the cost of dismissing the very images of God.” He then urges people “to turn your heart and your eyes away from the contained private world of self-preoccupation, even self-preoccupation with our own pain, to the deep pain of the larger world. “We are called to a deeper accountability in the world full of Lazarus (people).” [3]

Over the past week we have been overwhelmed by stories and images of violence trickling out of Burma, now commonly known as Myanmar. What started as a peaceful demonstration turned into a violent suppression by the Myanmarian military junta.

The military dictatorship has ruled Burma since 1962 – for 45 years. Burma is the most militarized country in the world. [4] “Nearly half a century of military misrule has turned resource-rich Myanmar into a shambles, with a ranking of 130 out of 177 countries on the UN human development index and a per-capita gross domestic product lower than that of Sudan or Chad.” [5]

Aung San Suu Kyi’s party, the National League for Democracy, won a clear and popular mandate in free elections in 1990; however, she has been living under house arrest for the most part since July 20, 1989 – the year the military junta changed the country’s name from Burma to Myanmar. Suu Kyi, advocate of non-violent resistance, was subsequently awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 1991 for her struggle for freedom and democracy in Burma.

Olivia Ward, a foreign affairs reporter for Toronto Star, reported on Friday, September 28, 2007:

“The crackdown began Wednesday when soldiers and police fired tear gas, clubbed protesters and arrested up to 200 (Buddhist) monks in an attempt to quash the upraising, the largest since the rebellion by students and (Buddhist) monks in 1988, in which more than 3,000 (Buddhist monks and students) were killed.” [6]

The Globe and Mail reported that at least nine people – including (Buddhist) monks – were killed at the Myanmarian junta’s hand. British diplomatic sources said that there was evidence that one monastery was raided before dawn. (Buddhist) monks were ‘badly beaten’ and hauled away, leaving large amounts of blood in their dormitories. [7]

In 2005 American writer, Amy Tan, wrote a fiction novel situated in Myanmar called Saving Fish from Drowning.

Tan began her book with a fable from which her book title is derived:

“A pious man explained to his followers: ‘It is evil to take lives and noble to save them. Each day I pledge to save a hundred lives. I drop my net in the lake and scoop out a hundred fishes. I place the fishes on the bank, where they flop and twirl. Don’t be scared, I tell those fishes. I am saving you from drowning. Soon enough, the fishes grow calm and lie still. Yet, sad to say, I am always too late. The fishes expire. And because it is evil to waste anything, I take those dead fishes to market and I sell them for a good price. With the money I receive, I buy more nets so I can save more fishes.’” [8]

The fisherman is an apt metaphor for the military junta and their cronies who plunder and pillage and justify their actions in Burma. It is no wonder Amy Tan has been banned from Myanmar since the publication of the book.

Andrea Okrentowich wrote in her review of Saving Fish from Drowning.

“The underlying truth throughout Saving Fish from Drowning is that of human nature; how one perceives themselves and the world around them. This novel demonstrates how one reacts to suffering on their part or others, physical or emotional. At what point does an individual drop their shields and see their surroundings as (they are) meant to be seen? If the circumstances are beyond their perception of the norm, at what point will an individual give up hope? Does one have the ability to bend their reality in order to survive? And at what cost?” [9]

As I was reflecting on the words of Jesus from Luke and the uprising for freedom in Burma, the questions from the book review kept coming back to me.

• At what point do you drop your shields and see your surroundings as they are meant to be seen?
• If the circumstances are beyond your perception of the norm, at what point will you give up hope?
• Do you have the ability to bend your reality in order to survive?
• And at what cost?”

According to Jesus, the rich man chose to see his surroundings by bending reality rather than dropping his shields to see his surroundings as they were meant to be seen. He chose apathy – originating from the Greek α- “not” and πάθος (pathos)” to mean “not suffering” or “indifference to feeling” – over empathy or compassion – i.e., identifying pains of others and suffering with them.

Choosing apathy, according to Jesus, was sin. Unwillingness or inability to live out one’s faith is sin.

Last week, Burmese Buddhist monks and students rose up to peacefully demonstrate for the liberation of their people knowing that the violent and brutal suppression of 1988 may repeat itself. They began with reciting Metta Sutra – the Buddhist virtue of metta (“unconditional love and kindness”). [10] “Excesses of the (military) regime, and the wretchedness of the Burmese people, have driven the monks to the streets,” says Pricilla Clapp, former chief of mission in the U.S. embassy in Burma. [11]

The people of Burma have risen up once again to live out their belief that unconditional love and kindness ought to be practiced in their land. Theravada Buddhism, a school of Buddhism 90% of Burmese is part of, teaches that each person is a potential Buddha. Each individual can attain Buddhahood, by various practices. People of Burma can no longer bend the reality of a country ruled in fear in order to survive. They rose to free themselves from God within themselves being distorted and destroyed by the military dictatorship of the 45 years.

People and countries around the globe are standing with those standing up for love and kindness. On Thursday evening a former colleague of mine joined more than 150 people gathered at Nathan Phillips Square to show support for the demonstrators and Buddhist monks who stood up for justice and freedom in Burma.
One thing I know for sure is that even brutal oppression cannot and will not suppress people’s desire for freedom and compassion toward one another. When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.

At what cost do we bend reality as it was meant to be seen?

May the great compassion of Buddha move the people of Burma as they seek liberation for its people. May we, the followers of Jesus of Nazareth – the one who sided with the downtrodden and the oppressed – hear the challenges of the parable and bear the cost.

Amen.
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[1] Luke 16:19-31, Sermon Writer:Resource for Lectionary Preaching, http://www.lectionary.org/EXEG-English/NT/ENT03-Luke/Luke%2016.19-31.htm
[2] Fumitaka Matsuoka, The Lazarus World, http://www.psr.edu/page.cfm?l=89&id=24.
[3] Ibid.
[4] Olivia Ward, Spiritual Warriors, Toronto Star (Saturday, September 29, 2007), Section AA2.
[5] Marcus Gee, The hidden ‘lady’ for whom they struggle, The Globe and Mail, (Saturday, September 29, 2007), A23.
[6] Olivia Ward, World & Comment, Toronto Star (Friday, September 28, 2007), Section AA1.
[7] Aung Hla Tun, Toll mounts as brutal regime bares its teeth, The Globe and Mail, (Friday, September 28, 2007), A16.
[8] Amy Tan, Saving Fish from Drowning, (G. P. Putnam’s Sons: New York, 2005), 6.
[9] Andrea Okrentowich, An Essay on Amy Tan’s Novel Saving Fish from Drowning, http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/54600/an_essay_on_amy_tans_novel_saving_fish.html.
[10] BurmaNet News, http://www.burmanet.org/news/2007/09/25/all-burma-monks-alliance-and-88-generation-students-joint-statement-of-abma-and-88-students-unofficial-translation/.
All Burma Monks Alliance and 88 Generation Students: Joint Statement of ABMA and 88 Students (Unofficial translation) Tue 25 Sep 2007 Filed under: News, Statement
1. The entire people led by monks are staging peaceful protest to be freed from general crises of politics, economic and social by reciting Metta Sutra.
2. The ongoing protest is being joined by monks, nuns, Member of Parliaments, students, ethnics, artistes, intelligentsia and the people from all walks of life which is the biggest unity seen in last 20 years.
3. In this demonstration, we need to show we are deserved democracy by upholding the following 3 slogans adopted in consensus by the monks and endorsed by the entire people.
(a) Economic well-being
(b) Releasing political prisoners
(c) National Reconciliation
4. The entire people must aware the danger of government’s anti-strike counter- measure and violent crush by drawing lessons and experiences from 88 uprising, need to form the Mass Movement Committee and Anti-Violence Committee to prevent from such a violent crackdown.
5. The monks and students will not hesitate and not be deterred from any form of intimidation and violent crackdown will join hands with all the people and continue our struggle bravely and resolutely step by step for our beloved country.
Signed by
All Burma Monks Alliance(1) U Aw Bar Tha (2) U Gambiya (3) U Khe Mein Da (4) U Pakata
88 Generation Students(1) Htay Kywe (2) Tun Myint Naung (3) Hla Myo Naung (4) Aung Thu
[11] Olivia Ward, Spiritual Warriors, Toronto Star (Saturday, September 29, 2007), Section AA2.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Hope. Vision. Action.


Patricia Richmond [August 6, 1924 - July 27, 2007]








September 23, 2007
Seventeenth Sunday after Pentecost
Preached at Kingston Road United Church by the Rev. Richard C. Choe
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Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there?Why then has the health of my poor people not been restored?

O that my head were a spring of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears,so that I might weep day and night for the slain of my poor people!





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What was the most painful time in your life?
When was the most desolate time in your life?
How did you cope with it?
What did you learn about yourself and God from your painful experience?
Do you feel that you just got by or were you able to live through it?

These are some of the questions came to my mind as I was reading the passages from Jeremiah that was read today.

Judah, the southern Kingdom of Israel is about to be invaded by Babylon, the new empire in the Middle East. People have turned against Yahweh – God of their ancestors – and Jeremiah speaks to his people of the desolation that is about to befall Judah. It is hard to tell whether it is Jeremiah or God who is lamenting about the hopelessness of the situation the people of Judah are facing.

Is there no balm for those who are hurting? Is there no remedy? Is there no physician? Is there any hope for healing? God appears unable to get the people to change through the prophet’s words. God identifies so closely with the people that their wound is God’s wound.
[i] Jeremiah declares that no salve on earth can heal the people’s wounds. The people are looking in the wrong places for their salvation. Their healing will eventually come through their tears, of which Jeremiah is an example.[ii]

Hope. Vision. Action.
[iii]

Frank O’Dea is one man who has gone through hell and back again. As he looked back at his life of 62 tumultuous and eventful years, O’Dea realized that three principles have sustained and transformed him to a new life: hope, vision, and action.

Frank O’Dea was born and raised in an upper-middle class family in Montreal-Ouest in 1945. He experienced his father, a business executive, as someone who had difficulty showing compassion to his children. He experienced his mother as one who adored her husband so much that she did not have much love left for her children.

He describes his family in these words.

“My loneliness intensified during my high school days. Other (times) were lonely too, but still, I knew there was something wrong about entering a house where my mother barely acknowledged my presence and my brothers and sisters saw me as I saw them – as an intrusion. We shared neither secrets nor time.”
[iv]

Frank was sexually assaulted by an older woman at the age of 13. Alcohol eventually provided a release from the loneliness and alienation he experienced. He was then sexually abused by a policeman who was his father’s acquaintance. While he was telling his father of the abuse, and before he could ask to be protected from further attacks; Frank’s father shook his head and walked out of the room, leaving the boy alone.
[v]

Frank’s ordeal did not end there. He was also sexually abused by Catholic priests. His alcohol abuse got worse. He stole money from his family to buy alcohol. He drove drunk and wrecked his parents’ cars. He failed one private school after another.

“For the good of the family, you have to go. … Nobody wants you here, Frank. … We don’t know what your problem is. I hope you identify and solve it. But you’ll have to do it without us,” was what his Dad told him when Frank was in his early 20’s.

In the early 1970s, Frank O’Dea lived in the streets of Toronto in an alcoholic haze. He spent each day panhandling around the Jarvis Street for change for wine and a bed at a flop house.

Then one day – Thursday, December 23, 1971 to be exact – a realization settled on him – “If I don’t change, I will die like this.” He realized that he only had two options left: Die or change.

Frank walked into a social agency and simply uttered, “I need help.” He remembers how the woman at the other side of the desk broke into a radiant smile and said, “You’re home!”

Fast forward thirty years after his decision to become sober and renew himself: Frank O’Dea was named an Officer of the Order of Canada. He had gone on to become a successful businessman and a philanthropist. Frank O’Dea is co-founder of the Second Cup coffee chain, a Canadian business venture that started a revolution of high-end coffee shops in North America.

Frank remembers people’s generosity while he was living on the streets of Toronto. He has been active in raising funds for Street Kids International (SKI), which is devoted to protecting homeless children around the globe from predators. He co-founded the Canadian Foundation for AIDS Research (CANFAR) in the 1980s when AIDS was not a popular cause for fundraising. He is founding chair of the Canadian Landmine Foundation. He helped raise over $2 million for the anti-landmine cause.

“An estimated seventy million (live) landmines remain buried in about a third of the world’s countries, awaiting to explode when a person or animal step on them. … Landmines kill or maim almost twenty thousand civilians each year, or more than one every thirty minutes every day. About one of every three mine victims is a child.”
[vi]

In his biography, When All You Have is Hope, Frank O’Dea shares the following wisdom:

Street people are faceless.
[vii]
No matter where you begin or where you finish, you can do amazing things with your life if you choose to.
[viii]
I am what I am today, and I was what I was back then.
[ix]
Never give up on anyone.
[x]
It’s not the money you make that matters most. It’s the difference you make.
[xi]

Frank O’Dea was able to turn his experience of desolation into a source of hope for many. Miraculously, he learned the importance of community service from his father, the same father who could not be present to him in his suffering. And Frank has been able to work on making peace with the rest of his family even if they cannot forgive him. He is at a place where he is able to own up to his own wrong doings rather than just blame his circumstances.

As I was reading about Frank O’Dea’s life, I was touched by this man who not only experienced pain and hopelessness but chose a renewed life. I saw a man moving from hope for a changed life to a vision for renewal to action for healing of himself and others.

Frank O’Dea is a spiritual man. He credits God, a Higher Power, as the source of his healing. A Higher Power who helped and supported him to move on to new ways of being. The same Higher Power, the same God who moves among those of us gathered here.

Today we remember and celebrate the life of Pat Richmond. Pat was born on August 6, 1924 in Stoney Creek and died on July 27, 2007 in Toronto. I remember Pat’s smile. I would see her sitting across from my office waiting for a friend or a ride on Sunday after worship service. When I greet her, she would look up and give me a smile.

Pat leaves five of her daughters – Nancy, Brenda, Holly, Heather and Ruby. This is what Holly Corman, one of Pat’s daughters, wrote to share with us.

“Although Pat lived in the area for just over two years she made many friends at Kingston Road United and in her apartment building. She looked forward to going to Bessie’s Tea and Conversation Group every Wednesday and avidly enjoyed the group’s lively and varied conversation. Her neighbour, Hazel across from her in her apartment building would look in on Pat to see if she was all right and they both would look out for each other.

From her early career as a Registered Nurse at Wellesley Hospital to raising five daughters she always thought of others before herself. In her pocket was always a roll of coins to drop in the hat of a homeless person.

She often enjoyed engaging someone in a political discussion and it was no secret what she thought of George W. Bush and his government. It was much to her daughters’ amusement when they discovered that her initials for her maiden name stood for M.P.P.

She appreciated all things British and enjoyed several trips there with friends and to visit her daughter and grandson in Oxford.

Pat often took all five of her daughters to have “Afternoon Tea” at the Green Room at the top of Eaton’s in Hamilton. Many times we were brought tea in bed whether we were sick or just curled up with a good book, much to the astonishment of our friends who claimed their Mothers never brought them tea in bed!

One love that she did not pass onto her daughters was that of mushy peas!

There were many loves that she did pass onto her daughters and friends and that was her love of flowers and nature itself which is reflected in two hymns that she liked – “All Creatures Great and Small” and “For the Beauty of the Prairies.”

Another love was her care and concern for others. So next time you pass a homeless person, drop a Toonie or two in the hat for Pat.”

To someone like Pat, the homeless Frank O’Dea of 35 years ago would not have been a faceless person on the street.

Nancy, Brenda, Holly, Heather and Ruby, may you remember, cherish, and celebrate your Mom’s life. May you find comfort and solace as you walk with God and your faith communities.

Most of all, may we all be able to turn sorrows and pain into a source of healing for us and those we encounter. And may we also be able to turn to hope and move through vision and action to renew ourselves through God, the Higher Power.

Amen.


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Collect our Tears

by Safiyah Fosua


God,
Collect our tears
Tears of sadness
tears of joy
Tears of anxiety
nervous tears

Tears that don't know why they run like rivers down the face
Gracious God,
collect our tears in your bottle
And pour them back on us as life-giving water!

Safiyah Fosua, "21st Century Africana Liturgy Resources: Collect Our Tears"
Copyright © 2007 General Board of Discipleship, Unite Methodist Church, USA. (
www.gbod.org/worship)

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Beyond Wants


Richard C. Choe ©
“Beyond Wants”
Luke 15:1-10

September 16, 2007
Sixteenth Sunday after Pentecost
Preached at Kingston Road United Church by the Rev. Richard C. Choe


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The Parable of the Lost Sheep
The Parable of the Lost Coin
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A friend sent me a video link to my Facebook a few days ago. Facebook, for those of you who are not familiar with it, is social networking website where people put up their personal information for communication. I noticed thatmany KRU folks are using Facebook.

I didn’t pay much attention to the video link until Thursday when I had time to check messages. I clicked on the arrow and saw an unassuming man walking into the lights on the TV show stage of Britain’s Got Talent. “I came to sing the opera” was his answer to the judge’s question why he was there. When he began to sing Nessun Dorma, one of the Pavarotti’s signature songs from an aria from the final act of Giacomo Puccini’s opera Turandot, silence fell in the audience and then people began to stand and cheer him on. Tears flowed from my eyes as I listen to Paul Potts sing Nessun Dorma – meaning “No One Will Sleep.” I had a tough time sleeping that night as images of an unassuming man singing his heart out kept coming back to me.

Paul Potts is a 36 year mobile phone salesman from South Wales. He shared at various interviews that he was often bullied as a child and singing was his way of dealing with life’s struggles. He was able to afford some voice training but an accident and illness, along with a lack of confidence prevented him from continuing his dream to sing opera. That is, until he decided to audition for the TV show, Britain’s Got Talent.

Paul Potts won the competition. His semi-final performance was viewed over 6.7 million times when I clicked on YouTube on Friday night. And his CD, One Chance, will be released domestically in Canada on September 18.

A mobile car salesman who dreamed of singing opera found his voice when he moved to make his dream a reality.

In Chapter 15, Luke connects the two parables – the Parable of the Lost Sheep and the Parable of the Lost Coin – with a third parable, commonly known to us as the “Parable of the Prodigal Son.” Biblical scholars say that the three parables come from different contexts but they have been “built into an artistically constructed unit with a single theme – God’s love and mercy for human beings and Jesus’ call for repentance and conversion.”[i] Luke is also conscious about balancing the images of man and woman in his stories.

Lost and Found seems to be a common theme throughout the three parables; however, there is a key difference between the two parables read today and the “Parable of the Prodigal Son.” The searchers – the shepherd and the woman – seek out and find the lost in the two parables read today whereas the “lost” returns in the other parable. The emphasis is on the actions of the searchers in the two parables read today. The shepherd seeks out the lost sheep until he finds it. The woman searches for the lost coin until she finds it. Both rejoice in their finding by inviting their neighbours to share in their celebration.

Luke writes about two “distinctive” groups of people present at the scene. “All the tax-collectors and sinners” make one group of people who are on the “wrong side of the track” of the community. Then, there are “the Pharisees and the scribes” – the religious and the professional theologians who are on the genteel side of the community.

Shepherds had often been portrayed in the Hebrew Scripture as the image of God; however, in Jesus’ time shepherds were considered undesirables. The shepherds were not following religious laws as closely as they should when they were in the wilderness tending the sheep. How do you not work on the Sabbath day when you have sheep to tend?

Tax-collectors in Jesus’ time did not fare any better than the shepherds. I know that there are a few in our congregation whose work is closely related with taxation so I am sure they can vouch for me that paying tax is not a popular notion in our society either.

Before we condemn the tax-collectors as a greedy lot, let’s look at the Roman Empire’s taxation system.

The Roman taxation system was built like a pyramid scheme. At the top of the pyramid is the Roman Empire, and there are various chains between the local Jew – a colonial – and the Roman Empire. A local tax-collector was a business operator who would purchase the right to collect tax from a local tax office for a geographical area by paying a specific amount of money allotted as tax for the area. Your profit is the difference between what you are able to collect and the set amount you paid to the local tax office.

The upside of the tax business was that if you could collect more than the amount you have to repay tax office, you would profit from the tax collecting business. The downside was that if you collect below the allotted amount, you had to make up the difference. One of the problems the tax-collectors faced in the pyramid scheme of the Roman taxation was that the population base used to stipulate tax by the Roman Empire was way higher than the real population base they were working with. Then there were those who were so destitute that nothing could be collected form them.

The Roman Empire, being at the top of the pyramid, would collect the amount set for the region regardless of the real population base. People lower on the pyramid also had to skim of the tax for their profit. As a result, the local tax-collector, who is at the bottom of the pyramid scheme, had to charge way more than what the local person was designated to pay.

Tax collectors would often resort to gouging an exorbitant amount of tax from the locals by any means necessary. In the eyes of the local Jews, the tax collectors were lackeys of the hated Roman Empire. They were one of the most despised in Palestine in Jesus’ time.

The sinners were those who failed to observe religious laws and those who were guilty of moral failings. Many women who turned to prostitution as means of survival after their husband’s death or family misfortune fell into the category of sinners. Women’s status and survival depended on men in Jesus’ time. And it continues to be a reality in many parts of the world today. The poor – the destitute known as People of the Earth – also fell in the category of sinners. How do you not cook when you find food on the Sabbath and you have been starving for days? How can you judge a woman for prostitution when no one is there to help her to survive?

As in our society, rules and regulations were made by those who can afford to keep them. For the Pharisees and the scribes – those who were able to afford to follow the religious rules – anyone who did not observe the rituals according to the prescribed rules, regardless of one’s circumstances, was condemned to the outside of the boundary of their faith community.

Well aware of the religious and social contexts of his time, Jesus chooses a shepherd, an undesirable to the religious leaders, as an image of God. Jesus also chooses a woman as another image of God and went against the social and religious norms of his day. Portraying the woman seeking for a lost coin as image of God seeking the lost must have shocked the audience.

To “welcome” – translated from Greek – could be actually mean to “host.” Jesus did not only eat with the undesirables of the society at someone else’s party, he actually hosted them at his place and threw a party for them. Jesus was not committing a transgression against the religious rules to not to eat with the sinners by happenchance. He was wilfully committing transgression by inviting the undesirables to his own party. According to a Biblical Commentary, “the Hebrew word (and perhaps the Aramaic) for coins, zuzim, can also mean those who have moved away, departed.”
[ii] No wonder the Pharisees and the scribes were grumbling and saying, “This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them.”

The two parables of Jesus indicate that Jesus came for those the society labelled as outcasts and undesirables. That God searches and seeks out the ones who are not worthy in relations to the rest of the community is the point Jesus was making through the two parables. Jesus came to seek those who are lost and who are denied by the norms of the society.

Many of the sermons preached on the two parables in North America often skip over the contexts of the story told in Jesus’ time.

For a poor shepherd who is looking after sheep for someone else, losing one sheep may have meant having his wage garnished from his pay. “Life is hard for men who are poor, but even more so for women,” Elsa Tamez, a feminist liberation theologian born in Mexico, says in her book, Jesus and Courageous Women.
[iii] She estimates that a person in Jesus’ time needs 200 silver coins a year. A silver coin would provide two days worth of meals and housing.

There is a sense of desperation in the story we often miss as those who are living in North America. Preachers and theologians in Latin America and Africa understand what it means to lose a sheep or a silver coin in their contexts. A value of a sheep may not have meant much for a wealthy person but it could have been few weeks’ wage for a poor shepherd who are looking after sheep owners. The value of a silver coin may equal the value of dinner at a fine restaurant for some. But it is enough for a poor family to sustain themselves for two days.

After all, a silver coin – about $50 to $100 in today’s term – could pay wages for two to three people for a month in Cuba today. DeeAnn reminded us last week that $50 will educate a child for a year in Mexico. I read from the Saturday Star that at Susur, a fine dining establishment in Toronto, a dinner for two with wine, tax and tip is about $500.
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Just the way the shepherd and a woman search desperately for the lost, God seeks us with desperation. For each one lost is of tremendous value. For each one lost is precious. For without one, the rest is not complete. This is the context of the story that the tax collectors and sinners understood. God loves them with desperate passion and intense longing to reunite with them. “No transgression is too deep, no infidelity too severe, and no alienation too long that God’s justice and love cannot repair.”
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But for those who were law abiding citizens and middle class religious, the parables were mere stories of paradox Jesus was using to provoke them. Why waste time and risk the 99 in danger by going after 1? Why be so dramatic by inviting your neighbours to rejoice with you after finding a mere silver coin?

The same question echoes through our time. Why bother with the poor? Why do we spend so much of our resources on mission for outsiders than on our church? People who are outside of the church often wonder whether church is a self-serving place or a community-serving place.

The ministry of Jesus Christ we are engaged in is about seeking the lost with desperation and with passion. There is a sense of urgency and desperation in the ministry of Jesus Christ. It is not about engaging in a leisurely theological debate about who God is and where God is.

The two parables challenges us to move beyond our wants and needs and to address the needs of our neighbours and those who are within the community who feel lost and experience absence of God in their lives.

We are found when we welcome the lost. We rejoice when we welcome one another. Such is God’s compassion – desperate, passionate, intense, mutual, and joyous. “There are no insignificant people. There is no one who isn’t supposed to be here.”
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God never gives up until we are found. We are called to be the shepherd and the woman in the parables – seeking the lost to be whole again and rejoicing together when we find one another.

The KRU Council met last Wednesday. One of the Agenda items was the acceptance of Ian Kellogg as an Inquirer for ordained ministry in the United Church.

Ian shared with us his faith journey and how the KRU community has impacted his faith and his sense of Call to ministry. As Ian shared his moving acceptance of his Call, many of us around the room also had tears in our eyes as we listened to his story.

We heard of a man who felt distant from a Christian faith community who found himself resonating with the Gospel preached at KRU when he came to worship here on Sunday, September 16, 2001 – the Sunday after 9/11.

In our listening and in our celebration with Ian as he took steps toward ordained ministry – the way Ian’s Dad, the late Rev. Claire Kellogg did – each member of the Council embraced him as each person shared the joy of Ian’s decision to accept the Call to ministry of Jesus Christ.

God continues to seek us and searches for us to be reunited with God-self. There are no insignificant people in our faith community or in our neighbourhood. There is no one who isn’t supposed to be here.

Amen.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Hospitality - Beyond Imagination

Fourteenth Sunday after Pentecost:September 2, 2007
Preached at Kingston Road United Church by the Rev. Richard C. Choe

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On one occasion when Jesus was going to the house of a leader of the Pharisees to eat a meal on the sabbath, they were watching him closely. He said also to the one who had invited him, ‘When you give a luncheon or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or rich neighbours, in case they may invite you in return, and you would be repaid. But when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, and the blind. And you will be blessed, because they cannot repay you, for you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.’

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What is the nature of discipleship? According to Luke, Jesus declares discipleship is hospitality.

“There once was a religious and devout woman who was filled with love for God. She went to church every morning. And every morning she met children and beggars calling out to her for help. But she did not even see them since she was so immersed in her devotions.

One day she went to church in her usual manner. She pushed the door but it would not open. She pushed it again and tried another door but found the doors all locked.

Distressed at the thought that she would miss the service for the first time in years, and not knowing what to do, she looked up. And there, right before her eyes was a note pinned to the door.

It said, “I’m out there!”[i]

In today’s reading from Luke Jesus is talking to people at a dinner party. You can tell from the way Luke writes about the situation that there is tension between Jesus and the Pharisees. “The Pharisees were watching Jesus closely,” Luke writes.

Remember, the Pharisees were not bad people. They were the ones who closely followed religious rules and applied them in their lives. They studied Torah. They shared their wealth with the poor. They were the upstanding citizens of the day. Some Biblical scholars even suggest that Jesus may have been one of the Pharisees based on his frequent interactions and conflicts with them along the way to Jerusalem.

Jesus first shares a conventional wisdom of the day with the guests at the dinner party, “Be humble. Real honour does not come from self-seeking choices, but from what is conferred on you by others.” He adds comments to indicate that God is the ultimate source of the honour – God will humble those who exalt themselves and exalt those who humble themselves. Jesus is saying that humility, not status-seeking should be the way of life for his disciples.[ii]

If Jesus ended his remarks here, he may not have escalated the existing tension between him and the Pharisees. There is no harm in telling people to be humble. There is not much discomfort in hearing a radical young rabbi say that ultimately it is God, not people, who decides on who is great and who is not.

But then Jesus goes too far and offends the host who has graciously thrown a party at which he is a guest. Jesus asserts that the kind of people one should invite to dinner is not one’s friends, brothers, relatives, or rich neighbours, but the poor, the crippled, the lame, and the blind.

Jesus challenges both the host and the guests. Genuine hospitality requires unconditional generosity where you offer something without expecting anything in return. Genuine hospitality requires that you offer something to those who you think are least deserving of your generosity. Genuine hospitality is not merely inviting only those who are near and dear to you – what we normally do – but invite those who usually get left off the invitation list – those who are not welcome or spurned by us for justifiable reasons.

I hear Jesus challenging the Pharisees and his disciples to go beyond normal conventional wisdoms and rules of social engagements. “Move beyond the norms you are comfortable with!” is what I hear. For Jesus, discipleship points to radically living out the meaning of hospitality in one’s life.”

The kind of society Jesus urges his disciples to imagine and establish is a society beyond the norms and conventions of his day. It is a place where people can live without the need to be first. It is a place where people can live in harmony where they do not have to compete against others to be better than their neighbours. It is a place where values are not defined by how much we are worth in terms of acquisitions but by who we are in building a society where radical acts of compassion and kindness are the measure of a person. Discipleship requires such acts of radical hospitality.

It is easier said than done. Some may say that it is an impossible dream.

There is a church building in South Korea that was converted from a traditional Korean house. It is an “L” shaped house with beautiful ceramic tiled roof. There is a glass display case similar to the one we have here across from the church office. At the center of the display case are old photos of the lay leader who was the first convert of the Christian faith in that town in the early 1900’s and a photo of the first Korean minister of the congregation.

In the early 1900’s in Korea, as in other countries, a caste system was deeply entrenched. People were divided into distinct classes: an upper class, a middle class, a lower class, slaves, and the untouchables. Although the class system was not a primary marker for one’s financial status, being part of the upper class almost guaranteed upward social and financial mobility.

One’s social status was inherited from the ancestors. So if you were born into an upper class, you belonged to that privileged class regardless of your financial situation. At the other end of the scale, you inherited the status of slave if you were born to a mother who was a slave. Slavery was a norm and hereditary. The caste system was rigid and unchanging from one generation to the next.

There was an upper class land owner in that Korean town who converted into Christian faith. The religious conversion of an upper class man, who enjoyed the privileges of the caste system, to a religion that espoused “equality” for and of all, was a miracle in itself. As a result of his conversion, the rest of his household, including his slaves, became Christian. Much like the early Christian church.

When the Korean church was selecting a leading elder for the congregation, the land owner was the obvious choice. The land owner, while he was honoured to be nominated, believed that one of his slaves had a deeper faith, and bowed out of the nomination. As a result, the slave became the leading elder of the congregation.

The congregation, like all the Christian churches in early 20th century Korea, had always had foreign missionaries as their ministers. This congregation, however, felt that they were ready to have a Korean minister lead the congregation and that one of the members would be trained for ministry. The land owner was again nominated for the position for he was the most educated amongst them and had a good reputation and wealth. The land owner once again backed off, saying that his slave, now the leading elder, was the one who should be trained for ministry since he had the deepest faith.

The history of the congregation proudly states that the slave became the first Korean minister for that congregation. The land owner, after his conversion to the Christian faith, promoted, supported, and freed his slave, and in the end served under his former slave’s pastoral leadership. Such an action would have been seen as socially unacceptable and would have brought shame to the family. Many of his extended family members and his peers would have shunned him for his irresponsible and reckless action.

Giving up his privileges of being upper class may have been one thing but lowering oneself beneath one’s slave by working as an elder in a congregation that is pastored by one’s former slave was impossible for anyone at that time to imagine. But the land owner believed that the gospel of Jesus Christ commanded him to live out the unconditional generosity God had shown through Jesus Christ. The congregation flourished and thrived because of the embodiment of the liberating words of Jesus through the land owner. Hospitality – creating a Household of God where even a slave can become a leader – was the foundation of Christian faith in Korea.

The land owner’s actions show that genuine hospitality is moving beyond being generous and moving toward those whom we think are less deserving of our generosity. For the followers of Jesus, hospitality is about creating and building a Household of God where everyone – even those who are social outcasts – are actively sought out to be invited, welcomed, cherished, and embraced as part of the community. Genuine hospitality is personal & public, social & economic, and religious & political choices and commitments.


Building a society founded on God’s vision requires more than a humble attitude. The kind of mind-set we need is a radical hospitality.

When our actions as church do not reflect our faith, church would be the wrong place to seek God. If we believe that a church building is the place of encountering God, we may be missing the message from God saying, “I’m out there!”

What would it mean for us to “invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, and the blind – those who cannot repay us? What would it mean for us to live out God’s radical hospitality in our lives?

In 2008 we are going to celebrate 100 years of ministry in our neighbourhood. There are so many things we can discover, learn and celebrate about our 100 years of ministry – friendships created and fostered; faith lives deepened and enriched; laughter and tears with our neighbours; burdens shared and lightened; a community to cherish and celebrate. But most of all, our discipleship must continue to be deeply rooted in a commitment toward making a safe and welcoming space for all who are challenged in spirit and body. For we are followers of Jesus of Nazareth – a master who acts as a slave to his disciples by washing their feet and washing away the prejudices and misconceptions that only the strong survives and gets honoured.

The kind of society we are actively imagining and working for is a place where hospitality means opening our doors and going out to meet and invite all who are in need of God’s compassion. We are called to be disciples of radical hospitality. May we continue to be challenged by the Gospel of Jesus to imagine beyond our seeing and see through the compassionate eyes of Jesus.

Amen.
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[i] Anthony de Mello, Taking Flight: A Book of Story Meditations, (Image Books, Doubleday: New York, 1988 ), 33-4.
[ii] Joseph A. Fitzmyer, The Gospel According to Luke X-XXIV, The Anchor Bible, (Doubleday: News York, 1985), 1045.