For what should I ask?

Sunday 8/22/2021
Rooke Chapel Worship
2 Kings 2:10-12, 3:3-14

If you know one thing about King Solomon,
you probably know, that he was wise.
Tradition holds him as the author of great wisdom literature,
and a just and wise ruler.

If you know two or three things about him,
you probably know him as the builder of the Temple,
the ruler over a vast, united Kingdom,
and a man of great wealth.
You may even know,
some of his more troubling details,
like the 700 wives he was said to have.

Solomon is both a picture of success,
and complicated human,
and a critique, in the end, of power and monarchy.

What you probably did not know about him,
prior to reading this morning’s text – though.
is that he suffered from imposter syndrome,
as he ascended to the throne.

He becomes King,
and makes the requisite sacrifices to God,
and goes to sleep,
and God comes to him in a dream and says,
“ask me for anything”
and Solomon says,
Um…thanks for making me King.
Appreciate it.
Would like to note –
“I am only a little child; I do not know how to go out or come in.”
My study bible suggests that the phrase,
“I am only a little child” in its original form,
would suggest that Solomon was “about 20 years old” at this moment. (New Oxford Annotated Bible)

Perhaps you have found yourself wandering this campus this week,
about 20 years old,
looking for a particular room, in one of our Labyrinthine buildings,
and thought to yourself: “I do not know how to go out or come in”
I’ve been there.
I still never know which side of the ELC, I’m going to come out of,
when I leave the building

Perhaps you find yourself wondering,
in this period of transition,
this period of orientation,
if you belong here.
if you’re good enough,
if you’re smart enough,
if you have gifts to offer.

Perhaps as we emerge from a year of hybrid learning,
and social distancing,
we wonder if we remember how to do anything.
If you’re a freckled girl,
headed to a new school building,

you’re not sure you’ll like.
Or if you practiced your bored face,
over the summer,
in hopes of impressing your friends.
Or if wonder if you have anything at all to offer your students.
If so, know – at the very least –
that you stand in the company, of one of the richest, and wisest, and most powerful men, in all of scripture, and history, and literature.
“I am only a little child, and I do not know how to go out or to come in.”

One of the great secrets of the world,
is that we all feel like imposters from time to time.
From those who never imagined attending a place like this,
to those returning to teaching after a tough year.
those who are privileged and advantaged.
to those who are here because of generosity and scholarships.
to great and powerful kings, on the cusp of their rule.
We all wonder, from time to time, if we belong.

And we pretend most of the time to be fine.
At its best, this wonder if we have anything at all to offer,
fills us with humility and empathy for our fellow travelers.
Which are – we’ll discuss shortly – intimately bound up with wisdom.
At its best, it grounds us and does work for us.

But at its worst, it remains hidden,
and teaches us to keep our thoughts to ourselves.
it keeps our light hidden under a bushel. and closes us off.

we’ll gather this semester with a theme, which is “big questions.”
And most of our big questions, we will draw directly from scripture.
“Who is my neighbor?”
“How often must I forgive?”
Can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life?”
Am I my brother’s keeper?
How long. oh Lord, must we wait?
Some of the questions will have clear and important answers,
(everyone, often, no, yes, and not forever – if you’re keeping track.)

but you may have noticed, that Jesus asked a lot of questions.
And he answered lots of questions, with questions.
So if Jesus is the embodiment of the divine.
The Word made flesh.
This seems to me an important signal.

One of the great contemporary Rabbis, Abraham Joshua Heschel said,
“We are closer to God when we are asking questions than when we think we have the answers.”
And that resonates with me.
Because I think,
and have experienced,
God is bigger than words,
and bigger than simple answers,
and is found -as often as not – in the asking, and the wondering

This week, our scripture has an implicit question,
as God comes to Solomon in a dream, and says,
ask me for anything.
and the question comes back “for what should we ask?”

God is not a wish granting genie,
you may have noticed.
Otherwise, I imagine this pandemic would have been over long ago.

Rather, I think, our ultimate picture of God,
is one who loves us, cherishes us, just as we are.
But does not wish to leave us just as we are.
But rather calls us,
to deeper faith,
deeper justice,
deeper wisdom.

you, my dear friends, like Solomon, have manifold gifts.
you are indeed good enough,
and smart enough.
and you are here for a reason.
I am confident in that,
even if you are not,
and even if we have not yet met.

And I might suggest humbly,
that that reason, goes beyond earning potential.
or family expectation.
or self-advancement.

You are here for a purpose.
or perhaps many purposes.
And you are here, to explore and discover those purposes, in community.
It is an amazing gift.

But it is not enough to be smart.
It is not enough to be ambitious.
You are here to become more wise.
You have come here to develop a wise and discerning mind.
Because the world needs wise people.

There are plenty of smart people,
who have led us to disaster.
plenty of ambitious people,
who have gained only for themselves.

How many smart and ambitious billionaires,
are trying to shoot themselves into space right now?
I’ve lost count.
Even as people hunger?
Even as inequity abounds?
Even as our planet is on fire?

The world needs wise people.
wisdom, we often associate with age, right?
The white bearded Gandalf and Dumbledore types.
But we see here, a different picture of wisdom,
which is mixed intimately and ultimately,
with humility.
Wisdom and age are correlated, perhaps,
but most assuredly not causal.

wisdom demands humility.
wisdom needs humility.
wisdom cannot exist,
if we think we know everything.
if we are unable to take counsel from those who know more,
or have experienced more.

So, trust, that you have much to offer,
and know that you have much to learn,
spend a few moments each week,
listening to the gentle voice of God,
pushing and pulling you,
toward your purposes,
and surround yourself with people who bring out your best, and most curious.
And you will become more wise.

And most of all, my dear friends. know how deeply you are loved.
Wisdom, ultimately, is grounded in the faith,
that you are deeply, wonderfully, and unbelievably loved,
by a God who would do anything for you.
Who is still speaking to you,
through dreams, and friends, and worship, and prayer.

You are precious,
and unique,
and valuable, already.
Not because of anything you have done, or will do.
But because love is who God is.

And I thank God for you.
and for bringing you here.
and for bringing us together. this ragtag bunch of misfits,
wondering all the while if we belong here.

You needn’t make a thousand burnt offerings – thank God.
You need only walk your path,
in wonder and faith, in trust and love.
You need only say yes to the love God is already showing you:
in the good times and the hard times alike.
as you walk the path toward humility and wisdom.

for what should we ask?
simply that.
the strength to stay on the path.
the trust that we are loved,
and have something to offer.
the ability to ask the big questions,
and become more humble and more wise.
and a community to walk with us. This is a good start!

and let the people say together: Amen.


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Seen

Rooke Chapel, 10.5.2020
The 31st Sunday in COVID Time, and the 8th of the Fall Semester
John 8: 2-11
If we were to go up on the sidewalk,
and ask passers-by,
what quotes they know from Jesus,
it’s fair to think today’s would register.
“Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.”
Or something like it
If we were on family feud:
“One hundred people surveyed,
“Things Jesus said.”
We might not hit the buzzer and say it first,
it would be on the board, don’t you think?
I am the way the truth the light
Love one another as I have loved you.
Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.
Let anyone among you.
A reasonable guess, at least.
This is one of the stories we know, I think,
about Jesus.
One of the stories we love, perhaps.
And rightly so.
It’s great.
Jesus is subversive,
disruptive,
and, I think, lovable.
I imagine him standing in the middle,
of this whirlwind,
of anger and violence,
this plot and ploy to undermine his credibility
This mingling mob of power and gender and judgment and law,
and division.
And he says,
look at this woman,
and look at yourselves,

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Lost and Found

Luke 15: 1-3, 11-32
Sunday, September 28, 2020
Family Appreciation Weekend, Week 7, and the 30th Sunday of COVID Time

I’m not sure two years makes a tradition,
but  I’ve been preaching on the story of the Prodigal Son,
on family weekend
for many a year now,
across a couple of institutions.
so, let’s go ahead and call it one, I think.
 
And you can read into this as much as you like.
though I surely hope you parents don’t think of the Bucknell experience,
as  “squandering a fortune on dissolute living”
 
As I’ve mentioned before:
I hold these students here (at chapel) in high esteem,
in no small part,
due to their making much healthier,
and sensible life and social choices,
than I did during my own college years.
 
in this strange moment of digital connection –
if you’re on Zoom,
and feeling like it,
you can even ask my own parents about
my prodigal days.
Or you can check in with my very own younger brother,
and ask him how well our lives and relationships map,
onto these two brothers,
about neither of whom there’s much good to say.
 
I’m imagining that this story is familiar to you.
It may be the best story.

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On our way, rejoicing.

“The Royal Procession of the Ethiopian Eunuch” by Julian Van Dyke
“The Royal Procession of the Ethiopian Eunuch” by Julian Van Dyke

Rooke Chapel, Bucknell University,
Sunday 9/6/2020

 Acts 8: 26-38
If you have a certain kind of bible,
it’s likely that there are headings,
listed above certain stories.

These headings (and the numbers and chapters for that matter)
are a much later addition to our text.
They are commentary.

And some of it is quite influential.
You may know the phrase,
“God forth and make disciples of all nations”
as the “Great Commission”
when in fact the phrase “great commission”
is nowhere to be found,
in scripture itself.
Only in commentary.
And it is a great commission,
but so too is “love others as I have loved you.”
and “whatever you do to the least of these, you do to me.”

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Wider and Wider, Still

Mark 7: 24-30
 Rooke Chapel Worship, Sunday 8.30.20
Bucknell University
 
 
I love a good, human Jesus story.
our stories of him,
are always pushing and pulling between,
the divine pole and the human pole.
Because it’s a paradox that he’s somehow both, right?
This amazing gift,
Emmanuel,
God with us.
Fully divine. Fully human.
 
More stories of more sorts,
as ever,
I think, help enrich our picture of him,
help us relate and connect.
 
But I especially like a Jesus with his feet on the ground.
I like a dusty Jesus.
And a hungry Jesus.
A Jesus who weeps once in a while over a friend.
Or gets annoyed with his disciples,
or gets mad at injustice.
A Jesus who gets tired and overwhelmed,
and needs to take a step back.
I like that emotionally honest savior.
 
But one thing I don’t like.
Is a mean Jesus.
A cruel Jesus.
 
And make no mistake,
it is cruel for Jesus to call this woman, a dog.

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A Time Such as This

June 7, 2020, Summer Rooke Chapel Congregation.
The 13th Sunday of Remote Worship
Mark 11:8-11, 15-19

On May 25, 2020, a white police officer named Derek Chauvin knelt on the neck,
of George “Big Floyd” Floyd for eight minutes and 46 seconds.  (start a timer.)
Killing him.
Amidst a pandemic that is robbing people – disproportionately Black people –
of life
by stealing their breath.

My good colleague, the Rev. Professor Cheryl Townsend Gilkes,
wrote this week,

that kneeling – in Christian circles,
is an act of veneration.
This murder was a veneration of an American tradition,
of lynching, racism and white supremacy.

This week, our President (Trump – not Bravman),
declared himself the Law and Order president,
and asked that the national guard and active duty military be used to “dominate the streets”
and then proceeded to disperse peaceful protestors,
with tear gas – a substance banned by the Geneva convention –
so he could walk across the street to pose with a bible in front of St. John’s church.
I do not wish to comment upon the President’s private faith.
But I hope – my dear friends –
that your bibles look more like this.

My beloved study bible.

And less like that.
And it is clear to me, in this moment,
that our President is spending too much time posing with that bible,
and not enough time reading it.

because, amidst all the important lessons contain therein –
foremost that we are called to love God and love our neighbors as ourselves –
we learn that Jesus was a protestor.

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Joyful and Disbelieving and Wondering

Sunday, April 26, 2020 – The 7th Sunday of remote worship.

Luke 24: 13-35

I used to do a pub bible study on Monday nights for a number years at Colby College,
it was one of my many unsuccessful initiatives.
The secret of college chaplaincy is that we really have no idea what we’re doing.
because the population is ever changing.
So we try stuff,
and it usually doesn’t work,
and we adjust and try again.
 
I persisted with pub bible study for longer than I probably should have,
because the 1-2 people who did come were invariably nice to be around.

And because I once – right after Easter –
got to read and study the Emmaus Road story,
with someone who was reading it for the very first time.
 
I know I say this most weeks,
but this is one of my very favorite stories out there,
and to read it with an adult,
who’s taking faith and scripture seriously,
is a really special thing.
This is one of those stories, I think,
that the more we sit with it,
the more it opens up.
 
so much richness here,
and so many questions,
not the least of which: Why couldn’t they recognize him at the start?
And where did he go at the end?

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Prof. Nikki Young – “What is the seed?”

1 March, 2020, Rooke Chapel, Bucknell University
Galatians 5:13-18, 22-25

We are together here at the end of Black history month and at the beginning of Women’s history month. In this space and at this time, I feel compelled to call some names of folks who have gone on to be saints, to be our cherished ancestors. Nanny of the Maroons. Sojourner Truth. Harriet Tubman. Yaa Asantewaa. Ida B. Wells. Rosa Parks. Fannie Lou Hamer. June Jordan. Audre Lorde. Shirley Chisolm. Toni Morrison. Carmen Gillespie. We are blessed that they are our ancestors.

Let us pray. Oh God, may the words of my mouth and the meditations of our hearts be acceptable in your sight, our Strength and our Redeemer. And those gathered who could said, Amen.

I was excited to learn that the theme of contemplation this semester is “Fruit of the Spirit.” Nothing is quite as illustrative of new weather, new possibilities, of alchemy, magic, growth, change, transformation as fruit. And I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about transformation. I’m interested in transforming spaces and relationships, economies of power and privilege, experiences and contexts of marginality and oppression, gluten-free flours into fluffy croissant… For me the process of transformation is at once magical and adventurous, filled with imagination, grounded by a belief in someones, somethings, some ways, sometimes… better.

The Galatians weren’t eating well.  And as a result, they weren’t getting the essential vitamins and minerals that they needed for a healthy body.  Paul was trying to deal with this in his letter.

In the end of the verses read for today, Paul teaches that the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.” The FRUIT, he says. Singular. Not “fruits” and then this list, but fruiT. We have to ask – or at least I do – how big is it? Is it like a grapefruit? A cantaloupe? A pumpkin? I mean, what kind of fruit is all of those things at once? But then, maybe that’s the wrong question. Maybe we should be thinking about something else. So let’s meditate together this morning on the question, “What is the seed of the fruit of the Spirit?” Now, in the style of black church, of call and response traditions, I want you to turn to your neighbor and say, “neighbor,” “what is the seed,” “of the fruit of the Spirit?” And turn to another neighbor and say, “I don’t know but it must be huge.” Just kidding.

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Joy

Psalm 30

During my last few years at Colby College,
I taught a class, each January, called “ The Good Life”
in which we pondered an array of wisdom traditions’
and philosophies’ answer to the question, “What does it mean to live well?”
And before the class started,
I asked our students to write a little essay,
answering the question, “What makes for a good life?”
And invariably,
the top answer,
boiled down to the word:
“Happiness.”
 
This is not surprising,
we live in a moment in which shared values are a little hard to come by,
and some days, “Happiness” is the best we’ve got.
and we’ve become, I think, a little happiness obsessed.
I recently got a receipt from Chipotle
which read “Build your own happiness.”

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A Wide Place – Tabitha Fisher M’20

Psalm 31: 7-8 NKJV:
I will be glad and rejoice in Your mercy,

For you have considered my trouble;

You have known my soul in adversities

And have not shut me up into the hand of the enemy;

You have set my feet in a wide place

What I love about Psalm 31 is that it, like many psalms, is a rollercoaster of praise and lament. The verse immediately following our scripture is, “Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble” (31:9), which seems counterintuitive to the message of the previous verses. Can David be so inconsistent? Why, in praising the Lord, does David not provide a more cohesive image of salvation from suffering?

As I reflect on my experience with Christ and my experience here at Bucknell, the flip-flopping of David’s psalm appears more and more a holistic interpretation of life rather than a fragmented one.

When I arrived at Bucknell in August of 2018, I had been saved for two months. During the summer between my undergraduate graduation and my entrance to Bucknell, my best friend convinced me to work at a Christian summer camp. I was to be a camp counselor. Leading bible study. Never mind the fact that I was terrified of kids and most decidedly agonistic. The fact of the matter was that I was broke, needed part time work, and, contrary to popular opinion, no one would hire me to cashier with an English degree. My options were slim, and the space I had to maneuver was narrow. Camp seemed like my only option, the barest toehold to push myself onto the next stage in life where I would be back to feeling comfortable in academics. I figured that the kids I could get used to, and the religion I could fake.

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