Bread, Betrayal, and the Great British Baking Show

8-26-18

Grace to you and peace from God our creator and from our Lord and savior Jesus the Christ by the power of the Holy Spirit, amen.

Welcome to the last Sunday in our Summer of bread, where, if you have been sticking with us, we have now read through ALL of John chapter 6 (we added the last 2 verses to the Gospel reading)! We have almost made it through the summer of Bread!! I bet you thought that I couldn’t get out one more bread sermon…. well, we’ll have to see if this one is delicious or maybe a little half-baked.

Last week I told you about what makes bread, bread - it makes a journey that includes a fascinating cycle of life, death, to life again when we eat it. One of the things I mentioned is the reason behind fresh bread’s gooiness (from a TED talk last week) is made in part by yeast sweating and burping. Uhh, gross! Did Jesus and his followers think about this when Jesus told them “I am the bread of life?” Perhaps not. But we do know that in the original language of the Bible, Jesus chooses a word for “eat” with a very interesting meaning. When Jesus says, “Those who eat my flesh and drink my blood….” He uses a word for “eat” that more specifically means “chew on, gnaw, munch,” or even “crunch.” … not unlike how cows chew on their cud.

I honestly don’t know what’s weirder: eating the sweat and burps from yeast… or thinking about munching or gnawing on Jesus.

So, because the beginning of John 6 was quite a few weeks ago, we are going to make like a cow, and chew on all that has happened since we began the summer of Bread.

Chapter 6 began with Jesus feeding more than five thousand people with just five loaves and two fish, with lots of leftovers. The crowd really liked the free meal and followed Jesus, wanting to know more. Jesus reveals to them that HE is the bread of life, better than the manna that their ancestors ate in the wilderness after God freed them from captivity in Egypt hundreds of years before. This is a hard claim to swallow and many questioned his recipe to eternal life. Jesus rises to the occasion and reveals that he is the bread of life. Today we heard that some turned away, because this was too big a bite for them to chew, but others decided to stick around to see what Jesus means by “those who eat my flesh and drink my blood abide in me, and I in them.”

This is STILL a hard teaching, and it hasn’t gotten any easier to understand, even after two thousand years’ worth of ink has been spilled on the subject. It’s tempting to explain away, skip over, or say that Jesus does not mean it literally. 

And by this time of the Summer of Bread, many preachers by now have given up taking about and thinking about “bread and Jesus” for so many Sundays in a row. But not us. Not today. We are going to keep on, to stay the course. Because I promise you, this will NOT be the last time that we talk about bread, Jesus, confusion, and betrayal.

Every week during worship, we hear Jesus says similar words to that in John 6. In the words of institution, we remember that “In the night that Jesus was betrayed…” Jesus shared with his disciples a loaf of bread and a cup of wine, and declared that these were his body and blood, given and shed for them. It is the last night he spent with his disciples before he would be arrested, tortured, and hung on a cross to die.

Right before Easter every year, we commemorate this night on Maundy Thursday, during Holy Week. Holy week seems about a million years ago by now, doesn’t it? Half a year later, we are reminded yet again that Jesus shared his last meal with people who would later deny him like Peter, betray him like Judas, and turn their backs on him like the rest of the disciples.

And here, long before that night, Jesus is here with them, giving the words of spirit and eternal life to these knuckleheads. Because that is what the death… and LIFE of Jesus was all about… THIS Is the good news of Jesus Christ: that while we are still lost, broken, oblivious, ashamed… Jesus arrives to us and gives us everything that he IS and HAS, so that we may have life, abundantly and eternally. And Jesus does this despite … or maybe even BECAUSE Jesus knows that we are going to deny him like Peter, betray him like Judas, and turn our backs on him like the rest of the disciples.

But Jesus never give up. Even in the darkest nights of betrayal. Even here, faced with rejection and misunderstanding, Jesus keeps loving, feeding, and sharing. He never stops saying the words of spirit and life, even as some of his disciples admitted defeat and walked away. Because it IS going to be a challenge to keep going for the long haul.

You thought that 5 weeks in John 6 and Jesus talking about bread was a tough slog? How long do you think it feels while waiting for justice to be fulfilled while we who have privilege deny, betray, and abandon our neighbor?

 How do you think that the leaders and participants of the Civil Rights movement felt during the months and years of bus boycotts and freedom rides? How long did the two thousand years feel before women could be ordained as pastors? (And how long before all women in every tradition can be ordained?) How long did those years feel to same-gender couples before marriage equality granted marriage justice to all couples?

What are five weeks of bread compared to their time of hardship? I admit that when some of my colleagues complain about the overabundance of bread these weeks – which to me sounds similar to the complaining of the people in the desert– When I hear their complaints, I wonder (perhaps uncharitably) if they should perhaps find a different calling. Because if you struggle to find things to say for five weeks about how Jesus sustains us during one of our most holy rituals, how are you going to feel after five YEARS… or five DECADES?

Because Jesus will never stop being bread, even after the Summer of Bread is over. And we will also never stop being called to BE bread for other people. Jesus never gives up being bread for us… and we are not supposed to stop either, even when the road is a long and we often mess up along the way.

A baked Alaska, apparently.

One of my favorite shows to binge-watch on Netflix is The Great British Baking Show. Any other fans? Has anyone ever made “Baked Alaskan”? Me neither. All I know is that it involves ice cream and cake. During one of the hottest days of the summer, the cake of one contestant got melted beyond repair, and in frustration he threw his cake into the garbage can. And since he didn’t have enough time to bake another one, when it was his turn, he had nothing to show the judges. At the end of the show, the contestant who had thrown away his Baked Alaska was eliminated from the show that week. Would he have stayed on if he had allowed his poor melted cake to be judged? We can never know.

But we do know that God has way more grace than a baking show judge. But I like to think that there is a difference between giving up and walking away from what Jesus has to say, and showing up with Jesus even when we don’t understand and sometimes feel uncomfortable by what he says… and when we royally screw up when trying to follow these hard teachings. But we keep trying, even when the baked Alaska melts or we are just SO DONE taking about bread, already!

We keep going, because Jesus keeps feeding us with words infused with spirit and life. 

We keep going, because Jesus keeps giving us everything that he has, ever week, in the form of a bit of bread and a taste of wine. 

We keep going, because Jesus is always the bread of life, even when it’s not the “Summer of Bread.” 

We keep going, because Jesus is always with us. Thanks be to God. Amen.

God's Bread, Our Hands.

Sermon 8-19-18

Grace and peace to you from God our creator and from our Lord and Savior Jesus the Christ by the power of the Holy Spirit,  Amen.

Goodness, Jesus. Enough with the bread already. We get it, ok? Jesus…. Bread. Jesus, bread. Jesus-bread. Bread is super boring and super basic… or is it? How many of you have actually made bread? Like, handmade, not in your bread-maker? And even for those of you who have, do you any of you know how bread WORKS? Do you understand the art and the science that goes into this food that has been part of our diets for thousands of years?

After church today, I can drive to any grocery store and buy any kind of bread imaginable – super white bread, whole-wheat bread, honey wheat, 9 grain, pita, rye, sourdough, Italian, French, poppy seed - you name it, they probably have it. I can make my selection, go home, and enjoy it instantly, no waiting for mixing, rising, baking, or cooling. In no other time in the history of the world has this been possible.

If you or your children ever made communion bread as part of the youth group, you might remember a little of how that bread was made. (And we did just talk about it during our children’s message.) You saw the ingredients come together. You felt the flour on your hands as you kneaded the dough. You heard laughter as we all tried – and failed - to keep the mess to a minimum. And then in the oven it goes, and out pops some of the most delicious bread ever.

But how does bread… bread? Have you ever thought about how it is that power from a crushed plant, plus water, plus a fungus could be so delicious? It’s pretty wild. Bread is actually alive, then dies, then lives, then dies again, so that WE can live. Bread is a food of resurrection. (This TED talk is where I learned all the following about bread)

Bread begins as a plant we call wheat growing tall and strong, creating seeds, which over the course of thousands of years, has learned to graciously release these seeds for us to use. Wheat seeds, if you remember from your sixth-grade science class, are potential life. Some of these seeds we do indeed save and plant in the next growing season. But the rest go into making our bread.

The wheat was alive, and the seed is potential life, but then, what do we do to the seeds to make the flour? … we crush it. Pulverize it. Take away any possibility for sprouting and growing. A seed is not dead, but flour is.

BUT THEN … we combine the flour with water and yeast… and it becomes alive again. As the yeast grows, it actually burps... and sweats…. I know, gross, right? …making the bread rise up and taste good. Kinda icky, but oh so delicious. This is how bread becomes a living thing once again – when it is a dough colony of yeasty goodness.

And then, we put in in the oven. The heat makes the dough solid, and the crust crispy, and the ingredients bond… but it also kills the living yeast. So, what comes out of the oven is no longer alive in any way. Bread is dead. No seeds, no yeast, no life. Just… bread.

But then… we eat it. We gather around a table with our families and friends, where we laugh, we cry, and we eat. Bread was alive, then dead, then alive, then dead, then once again alive. Bread comes alive, in us and through us. Bread truly is a food of resurrection. It is perhaps little wonder that Jesus used bread so often to talk about himself.

The men and women who were listening to Jesus that day could not have told you about all the reasons that bread is bread. They just knew. They knew it, deep down in their bodies. They knew because they experienced it. The women knew, with their sweat and their aching arms – crushing wheat, kneading dough, serving bread to feed their families. The men knew with their sweat and their aching arms from harvesting these very seeds, the beginning of bread. They experienced with their bodies that bread is more than bread, and eating is more than eating.

A woman named Sara Miles experienced this too. She might be the last person that we would expect to see in any church: atheist and skeptic, world traveling war correspondent, lesbian, single mom. But one day, for no reason she could articulate at the time, Sarah Miles walked into St. Gregory’s Episcopal Church in San Francisco, California, and received Holy Communion for the very first time.

And it changed her life. She describes that moment when she ate the bread and drank the wine, as “Jesus happened to her.” From that moment on, Jesus had lodged into her, like a crumb in her teeth, refusing leave. She went home that day shocked and confused at what happened. But she did know one thing, she knew it deep in her body: she wanted that bread again. And again. And again.

We have this saying: we are what we eat. When we eat bread, we eat death and resurrection and our bodies continue to live. And when we eat Jesus, we are eating Jesus’ death and resurrection, and we continue to live, through Jesus.

If you recall, all those weeks ago when we first started the “bread of life” part of the summer, the first part of the when story Jesus took five loaves and two fish and fed more than five thousand people. That’s about twice the population of New Hope. Before Jesus SAID, “I AM the bread of life….” he fed people actual loaves of bread. And then later on, Jesus said “Take and eat: this is my body, given for you…. This is my blood, shed for you.”

This is what kept Sara Miles coming back, week after week, to receive the body and blood of Jesus. She later joined St. Gregory’s, got baptized, and became an active member on the congregation, eventually helping to serve communion herself. Then she started a hugely successful food pantry, attracting hundreds of people who were homeless to the church during every week, which became very controversial within the congregation. But along the way, she – a recent convert – realized something that sometimes takes years to figure out. She writes in her book about this entire experience, “The point of church isn’t to get people to come to church… [it’s] to feed them, so they can go out and, you know, be Jesus.” (p. 267)

When we consume bread, we grow healthy and strong, ready for the day. When we consume Jesus, we are also strengthened for the journey of following Jesus and … and we actually become more like him. And so, we are able to “BE Jesus” … for one another.

This life we receive keeps us coming back for more, week after week. The rest of the week tries to defeat us and deplete us. This is not an easy road, to follow in Jesus’ footsteps when the rest of the world around us would rather seek success or being comfortable or having more stuff. It so hard to fight against the impulse to eat the much more palatable and easy fast food of numbness and isolation. This kind of food, the fast, easy kind, may full us up for a time, but it will not sustain us. It will not give us life that is abundant and lasting.

It may seem mind-numbingly repetitive to keep talking about Jesus and bread, but perhaps the reason we are spending so much time on it is that it takes a lifetime to literally and figuratively CHEW ON all that Jesus is and teaches. We may learn during first communion “instruction” at various ages, but we are never going to completely understand it. We can only experience it. God is with us in a way that we can see and touch and smell and taste in Jesus. And through us, other people are able to see and hear and touch Jesus.

Of course, we don’t actually turn into food of course… but we, especially here at Family of God, do a lot in helping alleviate hunger. For example, in just a few short weeks, we are going to raise some money and pack some meals for some kids around the world through an organization called Feed My Starving Children. And, we are going to be looking stylish in these T shirts with our church name on them and stick out like bright loaves of bread. On the front is the ELCA “tag line,” “God’s work, our hands.” We are going to help kids around the world with get nourishing and live-giving food to eat. We are going to be Jesus’ hands in the world, feeding the vulnerable, all because we are given the strength in our own lives from the very body of Christ…. so that WE can BE the Body of Christ.

Look at these snazzy shirts!

We are what we eat. God’s work, our hands. One bread, one body. Thanks be to God. Amen.

Bread and the Buddy Board

Sermon 8-12-18

Grace to you and peace from God our creator, and from our Lord and Savior Jesus the Christ by the power of the Holy Spirit, amen.

In case you haven’t noticed: I love camp. Maybe that’s why I’m excited to be using our fire pit on Wednesday for a campfire. But really, I love everything about camp: The singing, being out in nature, making new friends, playing games. But we all know that camp life isn’t an endless game of ultimate Frisbee. Safety is always a serious concern and takes precedence over fun.

One thing at camp we took seriously was something we called the “Buddy Board.” In addition to lifeguards, the Buddy Board is how Pine Lake Camp in Wisconsin kept campers safe at the lake. Every camper got a number, and everyone partnered with a buddy… so when kids swam in Pine Lake, their number and their buddy’s number were put next to each other on the board – Buddy Board. You did not leave the beach without checking out at the board. Once or twice an hour, the lifeguards would blow their whistle and yell BUDDY CHECK. Every buddy found their buddy to be counted and accounted for by the life guards to cross-check with the Buddy Board attendant.

99% of the time, a quick count and then everyone got back to swimming. But not every time. If someone didn’t have their buddy, or if the numbers didn’t match up, we had to sound the “Lost Camper” alarm. Now, for as long as I was a counselor, it was always the case where a camper forgot and left the beach without checking out or telling their buddy. But we HAD to take each alarm seriously… and when that happened, we ALL had a job to do. At the sound of the Lost Camper alarm, all campers gathered to be counted in the dining hall with a half dozen councilors. Two counselors were assigned to search every cabin.  The rest of us dropped everything, ran to the lake, and formed a line, elbow to elbow…While the lifeguards began rescue diving in the deep end.

Like I said, every single time during the three years I worked at Pine Lake, it was ALWAYS some kid who was sufficiently embarrassed at all the fuss who had “forgot” and left the lake area. I still can remember the rush of dread and adrenaline when hearing that alarm, and the relief when it was called off for happy ending.

There are always those weeks that it seemed that we just couldn’t catch a break. …where the “lost camper” alarm went off more than once …..or when campers  were otherwise causing trouble or feeling homesick, weeks when staff were not getting along…. weeks when lice or whooping cough broke out, or the ticks were really bad, or or when campout got rained out, or the whole camp lost power during a thunderstorm. By the way, all of these things happened at one time or another while I worked at camp. As fun as camp is, there were always THOSE WEEKS I wondered why I was doing all this – it certainly was not for the “amazing” pay.

The prophet Elijah knows exactly what we’re talking about. Here was a prophet who couldn’t catch a break, either. Elijah from our first reading was doing amazing work in Israel in the name of the Lord – earlier in First Kings miraculously providing food for a widow in Zarephath then reviving her son, then confronting the priests of a false god in a dramatic showdown that would rival the end of ANY superhero movie.

The short version is that he challenged the priests of the Idol Baal light a sacrifice of a cow on fire. When they tried first, and couldn’t do it. Elijah had them pour BUCKETS AND BUCKETS OF WATER on the cow…. and boom, instant steak. Anyway, even after all that, the people in power wanted to kill Elijah. And.  He. Is. TIRED. Tired of fighting, tired of trying. He was dried up, burned out, emotionally drained, sick with dread, burdened with the fear he carried. He even falls asleep out of his sheer exhaustion.

Elijah Under the Broom Tree by He Qi

 We’ve all been there too, right? We’ve come to the end of our rope… we find ourselves dried up, burned out, emotionally drained, sick with dread, terribly burdened with the fear we are carrying. When was the last time you wanted to get away from it all, to tell God and everyone else to leave you alone because You. Were. Just. SO TIRED. Was it … six months ago? Yesterday? Five minutes ago?

Elijah, like us, was a guy who just couldn’t catch a break. Not even with God.  Because, instead of granting his request for a permanent vacation, God sent a messenger with food and encouragement to keep him going. There, under the tree of Elijah’s despair, is water and warm cakes freshly baked on hot stones. Hmmm that sounds so good right now, doesn’t it? And these were some pretty awesome cakes…. because they sustained Elijah for 40 days and 40 nights, so that he could hear the next message that God had in store for him. How’s THAT For an energy bar?

Just when it looked like Elijah was on his own, left high and dry by the Almighty; just when it looked like God went missing at the Buddy Board and it was time to sound the “Lost God” alarm, God came through. And I’m guessing that every single one of you have had your own “under the broom tree” experience too: when everything looked bleak, and you didn’t want to keep going. But just when I find myself under the broom tree, ready to throw in the towel and give up the search, God comes through. Usually in ways that I’m not expecting. Sometimes it’s little things, like a text that asks, “How are you today?” Sometimes, it’s much bigger. The last time I preached on this text three years ago, I was going through my own broom tree moment, and God used the people in my life who love me dearly to give ME what I needed in order to keep going.

God tells and shows us, over and over again, that you will never be left on the Buddy Board without a buddy.

This is what Jesus is trying to get across to his listeners as we overhear his conversation in our latest installment of the “Summer of Bread” Sundays. For us, God pulls out all the stops. God stops at nothing to make sure that no one is abandoned, that no one is left behind, that no one who seeks God is cast away and left hungry. God goes the distance, by sending down God’s own son, so that each one of us can be Jesus’ “plus one” at heavenly feast.

Psalm 34 says, “Taste and see that the Lord is good.” … which should be pretty familiar words to us. Every Sunday, pastors stand before their communities of faith and welcome all to the Lord’s table in the name of Christ to share a taste of the feast to come. And many of them, including myself, choose to say these very words from this very psalm. It is not just a wafer and a taste of wine that you taste when you come forward for communion every Sunday. It is the very goodness of God you are receiving, over and over again, keeping us going while we are still under the broom tree with Elijah.

But like with Elijah, being the recipient of this great gift of sustaining life from God comes with a charge. Elijah’s journey continued, as does ours. He ate, and then he rose and left that broom tree behind. We eat, and then we rise. Sort of like loaves of bread.

We will certainly rise because Jesus is risen. But this also means that we are to imitate Christ in other ways as well. As the letter to the Ephesians encourages this congregation and US, to imitate God, we are all reminded that “… we are all members of one another.” We are all part of the buddy system. We’re all together on the Buddy Board. But sometimes we have fallen down on the job. We have lost a few along the way. We have sometimes walked away from our responsibility to one another. There are people all around us that have collapsed underneath their own broom trees with nothing left to give. There are some right here in our own county who have fallen behind or have been lost.

Our country is in the middle of some very difficult conversations. Many, myself included, have to be reminded of our own tendency to believe the messages of the world that tell us that certain types of people SHOULD be left behind, abandoned, forgotten, or go hungry, because they inherently deserve it based on what color skin they were born with. I am reminded, rather, to imitate Christ, to “not make room for the devil” as Ephesians put it. Rather, when the alarm sounds, we are called to drop everything, run to the lake, jump in, and start looking, clothes and all. Find the lost. Raise the fallen. Give to those who have nothing. Speak for the voiceless. Use our privilege for those who have none.

The risen Christ has raised me up, fed me and sustained me, and I am called to do the same. I am reminded that when I raise someone up, WE. ALL. RISE. UP…. TOGETHER. Like we are one big loaf of bread. And, I would like to add, it’s probably not going to look like a loaf of Wonder Bread. It might be a little nutty sometimes, but together, we are going to be delicious… and we are going to give life to the whole world, abundant life that comes from our Bread of Life, Jesus. Thanks be to God, amen.

Bodies and Bread Sandwiches

Sermon 8-5-18

Grace to you and peace from God our creator and from our Lord and Savior Jesus the Christ by the power of the Holy Spirit, Amen.

I think I may have inherited my Dad’s love of bread. Growing up, my dad had a very special recipe for his all-time favorite sandwich. Take one slice of white bread, and another slice of white bread, and put a slice – or even two! – of white bread in the middle… and Ta-Da! You have a “bread sandwich”! Every day like clockwork, around mid afternoon, was bread sandwich snack time. As a kid I thought it was a great idea… now… it sounds just a little bit monotonous.

Perhaps you might have noticed a theme today… bread, bread, bread, and lots of it. Bread last week, bread this week, and - spoiler alert - more bread for three more weeks after this one. This series in the lectionary cycle is called the “Summer of Bread” by some, and a complete annoyance by others. Every three years around August, we ditch Mark and dig deep into John 6, in what I hope will be a few weeks of, not boring bread sandwiches, but instead a rich buffet of tasty loaves. True, it’ only my second time around in this part of the lectionary, so while I may feel this way now, you might want to ask me again in … 12 years or so if I am still this excited to spend weeks and weeks talking about bread.

While I was home – and conveniently gone for the first Sunday in the Summer of Bread – I met my cousin’s newborn son James and got to witness his baptism. James is about five weeks old by now and his talents currently include: looking cute, filling his diaper, eating, and apparently is an excellent burper.

Flat Jesus even showed up in St. Louis!

But he wasn’t the only baby I got to see or hold in the last two weeks. While I was in St. Louis for a conference hosted by Young Clergy Women International, I saw babies strapped on their mamas, babies being fed and changed, babies crying, babies laughing, fetuses still in utero … I even held a baby named Mabel and she though that me giving her hi-fives was the most hysterical things EVER!

Though these babies and their moms were not the star attraction of the conference, the theme of that week – Embodied Ministry – could not be complete without them. That week, Dr. Karoline Lewis lead us in a deep dive into the Gospel of John and what bodies and faith have to do with one another, especially as women. As a John scholar, Dr. Lewis pointed out the beginning of John, a passage we read every Christmas but don’t chew on its full meaning enough. John writes: “the word (meaning Jesus) became flesh” and lived among us (v. 14). The Word became SARX, in the original Greek. SARX means body. The Word was a body. And therefore, ALL BODIES, ALL Flesh matters to God.

On the way from the St. Louis airport to the hotel, the side of a brick Baptist church read – “Jesus Completely Saves.” And they are absolutely right… but perhaps not the way they may have intended. Jesus completely saves, and that includes our bodies – female bodies, male bodies, white, black, and brown bodies, trans bodies, differently abled bodies, new bodies, aging bodies, suffering bodies, healthy bodies. ALL bodies.

God care about what happens to our bodies, not just our “souls,” and that work began way before Jesus arrived on the scene. God saved the suffering bodies of his people in Egypt while they were slaves. Through God’s servant Moses, these exploited bodies were led to freedom. Then… these bodies came down with an acute case of the Nostalgia. Sure… they were SLAVES in Egypt… suffering night and day…  but gosh, didn’t they eat well while they were slaves?

I imagine that if we could hear my cousin’s son James’s thoughts, they might be just a little bit similar. Now, about 5 weeks out, I imagine James could be thinking… Yeah, so what if I had no leg room, and it was dark and cramped up there in the womb… but it sure beats a wet diaper, crying for my dinner, and being passed around to all these strange people!

And when he gets older, he’ll grow in the phase where it’s nothing but “Mom… mom…mom… mom….!” Nothing will ever go right, and mom will always need to fix everything.

Do we ever grow out of this phase, though? Do we ever stop complaining about SOMETHING? We are lead out of slavery into bondage into freedom, but things are not as easy as we expected them to be. Or we cry out when we are in dire need, not sure if God has heard us, wondering and waiting for God to respond.

What we do not know and cannot see is that, in the darkness and the waiting, God has already begun to respond to our needs before we even know it. Just like a baby doesn’t know that their mother is on the way until milk hits mouth… even though mom is already at work getting the bottle warm or the new diaper ready. Professor Hannah Shanks put it this way in her new book about bodies and Holy Communion, she writes: “The moment we turn ourselves to God, God – like a mother, begins to turn towards us, even if we may not see or feel God’s presence for some time.”

God tells Moses to tell his complaining people: “Draw near to the Lord, for he had heard your complaining.” And then, God provides – raining bread (and birds) from heaven. They shall eat meat and have their fill of bread, enough for that day. “Give us this day our daily manna.” Give us this day our daily bread sandwiches.

Fast forward a few hundred years, and the People of God still do not seem to get it. Yet again, they miss what has been under their noses the entire time. Jesus had to spell it out for them – Just as God gave the people manna in the wilderness, Jesus has been given to them in the flesh – a body to be broken, a body to be shared, a body to make all bodies one and whole.

Fast forward a few hundred years YET AGAIN… and we the people of God STILL don’t get this.

For us now, it’s so easy to look at this crowd and scoff at how dense everyone around Jesus seems. But we have no cause to feel superior, just because we have the advantage of hindsight. We too work for the food that doesn’t last, for success or admiration or material things, to chase after the image of the perfect mom or student or Christian. We miss where God is at work in our lives and instead are blown about, bouncing to and fro, from one new fad to the next, as Paul wrote…. We too we miss what’s right in front of us.

We miss that again and again, God provides. For any and all of our needs. And God is in the habit of providing A LOT, often out of a very little. God provided more manna than the freed slaves could eat in a single day. God provided a LOT of wine at the wedding at Canna. God provided A LOT of bread and fish to a LOT of people out of just one kid’s lunch. All to teach us that “grace is multiplied through sharing.”(Hannah Shanks again) Just as Jesus shared his body with us – “This is my body, given for YOU.”

At my cousin’s son’s baptism, communion was not part of the service. And the baptism took place in a denomination that does not ordain women. I honestly couldn’t tell you much of what the pastor said during the sermon, because all I could hear by his very presence as he tried to talk about bread, was “you’re not enough, you and your call don’t belong here.”

To all the little girls I saw up there with the male pastor during the children’s sermon, I wanted to whisper in their ear – “Don’t listen to this guy. You can be a pastor if you want. You are enough and your bodies matter to God.” So, I will just have to say it to all of you instead. God loves us so much that Jesus came as a body so that we an be COMPLETELY saved. You are enough, and you are enough, and you are always enough.

Every week we say the same words in the Lord’s Prayer… “give us this day our daily bread.” No matter how much the bread has been broken and shared, there is always enough for all. And YOU are ENOUGH, and worthy to receive it.

But this also means that other bodies are also worthy of care and provisions. This also might mean that OUR BODIES become the daily bread for others. We might have to put OUR bodies on the line to stand up for the bodies of others. Hannah Shanks again writes: “… our bodies will make that gospel proclamation to anyone who witnesses us.” As the body of Christ, we might be the bread sandwiches that get someone through the day.

Karoline Lewis ended our conference with this bold charge: “The Word became flesh… are you willing to risk the same?” I like to think that we can respond with the words from our baptismal liturgy: We will, and we ask God to help us. Amen.