Sunday, July 25, 2021

“Leftovers” (John 6:1-21)

If you talk to my wife, Dana, she will tell you that I am not a big fan of “leftovers”.  Understand, I do eat “leftovers”, but I am not a big fan of eating them.  I think one of my favorite quotes about “leftovers” is the one that says, “The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served nothing but leftovers.  The original meal has never been found.”  My other favorite quote comes from our scripture reading this morning.  Jesus and the disciples had just finished feeding the five thousand as we know the story.  He then sends his disciples out to collect the leftovers.  He tells them: “Gather the pieces that are left over.  Let nothing be wasted.”

 “Let nothing be wasted.”

 

According to the dictionary “leftover” means “something, especially food, remaining after the rest has been used or consumed.”  For a transient sort of person . . . a person always on the move . . . I was surprised that Jesus cared about the “leftovers”.  I always pictured Jesus as the sort of person who traveled light and always on the move.  To me dealing with “leftovers” would be a hindrance . . . something that would slow one down.  But not Jesus!  He wanted the “leftovers” and wanted to make sure that nothing was wasted.

 

One of the things all of us have learned about the scriptures is that over the years their meaning changes and that we come to understand them in different ways than we once did.  I think that this is one of those readings for me.  Over the years I have come to learn that this means more than meets the eye.  For example, most of us see this as a miracle story . . . a revelation of God.  No matter how any of us explains the miracle, there is no denying that this is a miracle story.  Over five thousand are heartedly fed off of five loaves and two fish with twelve baskets of leftovers once the feasting is done.  That is miraculous.

 

Yet is it a story about miracles or is it about something else?  Knowing Jesus, it could be about a lot of things.  As I read the story in the context of the situation it is told, I have come to the conclusion that it is not so much about the miracle but those who shared in the miracle.

 

As the story goes and the disciples had been traveling down the road when they notice a great crowd following them.  Jesus and the disciples stop, sit down, and wait . . . they wait until the crowd shows up.  Jesus then tells the disciples that these people need to be fed.  Taken back by such a comment the disciples get realistic on Jesus telling him that it is an impossible task that would cost at least a half-year of wages for the people to get even one bite.  What a nuisance these people have become.  One of the disciples pipes up about a boy with five loaves of bread and two fish.  Then the disciple laments that there are so many to feed.

 

Now no one enjoys unexpected guests for dinner . . . especially not when over five thousand show up to eat.  The natural response would be to send the people away.  That’s what the disciples wanted to do in the Matthew version of this story.  Jesus tells the disciples to have the people sit down, takes the food from the boy, blesses it and tells the disciples to distribute the food.  He also adds that they can eat as much of it as they wanted.  The end result is that the people are fed and there are plenty of “leftovers”.

 

Everyone was impressed.  I must admit that miracle impresses me.  But as I have gotten older what impresses me even more is that Jesus wanted to pick up the “leftovers”.  How symbolic of the life and ministry of Jesus.  Jesus dealt with the “leftovers” . . . he ministered to and lived with those who had been consumed, used, and spit out when it was all said and done.  He ministered to and lived with those who were so often considered to be the “outsiders” . . . those who were not worthy enough to belong to the community.  He dealt with outcasts, sinners, and the lost.  People who would probably be considered “leftovers” when it comes to life.  People no one cared about, wanted nothing to do with, and saw as a burden.  People who were often told to go away.

 

Yet, Jesus cared about the “leftovers” telling his disciples to “let nothing be wasted.”  

 

Collect the “leftovers” and let nothing be wasted.  I am not going to pretend that all of us have the same definition and understanding of what a “leftover” is or who we would consider to be those who are on the outside looking in.  My wife and I have definite opinions of what is a “leftover”.  The things that she would save and the things that I would save are not the same.  For example, meat . . . I hate throwing away meat.  I say bag it up, throw it in the refrigerator, and life is good.  At least it is until I finally get around to wanting to eat that meat several days later and discover it nowhere in the refrigerator.  When I ask where it is, I am always told that it had gotten old, so it was thrown away.  Needless to say, I am always disappointed when this happens.

 

Dana, on the other hand, is probably like George Carlin when it comes to “leftovers”.  George Carlin says: “Leftovers make you feel good twice. First, when you put it away, you feel thrifty and intelligent: ‘I’m saving food!’  Then a month later when blue hair is growing out of the ham, and you throw it away, you feel really intelligent: ‘I’m saving my life!’”

 

Whatever the case, it should be understood that we all have our own understandings about what is a “leftover” and what is an outcast or person on the outside looking in.  On the same hand, we have Jesus reminding us that no matter how we understand it, we are not to let anything go to waste . . . especially those who are the children of God . . . of which we all are.  All of us.  All of us . . . inside and out . . . are the children of God.  None of us is to be denied the love and grace of God.  This is how Jesus lived his life.  This is how he ministered.  Nothing was left to waste.

 

Now none of us would probably think that the issue of “leftovers” is a radical idea.  Yet with Jesus and this idea of letting nothing go to waste, we are confronted with a new way of looking at things—especially people.  It changes how we see everyone and makes us consider the potential and value of each person.  And, it makes us have to consider how we treat other people.  Those who we see on the outside suddenly become valuable and vital parts of the whole picture . . . necessary to see the whole and holy . . . to know the Kingdom of God.

 

In that way this is radical.  Blows us over.  Rocks our boat.  Jesus is that way.  Our story this morning shows us this.  Shows us how Jesus comes out of the storm that shakes our lives and moves us forward in the journey of faith.  Remember how once the feast was done the disciples set off across the lake for Capernaum?  The journey starts out peaceful and calm but soon the winds pick up and the waves grew rough.  Even as experience mariners, the storm concerned the disciples.  Anxiety and fear sank in.  Then to add to it they witness a ghostly figure approaching the boat . . . walking on water.  The writer tells us that were frightened.

 

Following Jesus can be like that.  Following Jesus can make us anxious . . . can make us frightened, especially when he is constantly pushing the boundaries of our understanding of faith, service, love, and compassion . . . or who our neighbors are . . . who we are to love.  Yet out of the chaos Jesus assures us that it is okay.  Tells us to not be afraid.  Moves us on down the road towards our destination of establishing God’s Kingdom.

 

That’s how it is when we follow Jesus . . . he opens up new ways of understanding of what it means to be a person of faith.  Ways that often challenge our understanding of being faithful.  Yet, he tells us to not be afraid.  Kind of makes you think of “leftovers” in a different light.  Nothing is to be wasted . . . not food, not people.  Especially people.  Think about that when you are debating whether or not to throw out that leftover squash or zucchini.  God speaks to us in many ways, even “leftovers” . . . Amen.

Sunday, July 11, 2021

“I Don’t Remember” (Ephesians 1:3-14)


I heard a story about a couple that had two children through childbirth and two children through adoption.  They made no bones about it . . . that was just the way the family was.  When one of the children asked one of their parents, “Which one of us is adopted?”  The parent replied, “I don’t remember.”

 

What a testament of love . . . or poor memory!

 

I’ll go with love.  That is what we are talking about in our reading this morning . . . love.  God’s love for us, our love for God.  Sounds simple but let me warn you . . . love is complex.  Love is a favored topic of philosophers, poets, writers, and scientists for generations, and different people and groups have often fought about its definition.  Love is a mix of emotions, behaviors, and beliefs associated with strong feelings of affection, protectiveness, warmth, and respect.  And, while we all use the word, we don’t always agree with what it means.

 

I can agree that love is all those things . . . emotion, behaviors, beliefs associated with strong feelings of affection, protectiveness, warmth, and respect.  I can accept that love can be a strong attraction . . . a discovery . . . a soul mate.  I will grant you that love is many things, but in the end, I fall firmly into the belief that love is a choice.

 

Love is a choice.  If we listen to the words of the Apostle Paul in his letter to the Ephesians this morning, we hear God choose . . . God chooses to love us.  God doesn’t have to love us, but God chooses to love us.  And, so we are loved.  In return we choose to love God.  We don’t have to love God; we choose to love God.  It is a choice.

 

Think back to that story about the parent being questioned about which of the children were adopted.  The parent replied, “I don’t remember.”  Here is a parent whose love was so deep and profound that he or she could not remember which of the children were adopted . . . they were the parent’s children worthy and equally loved.

 

Take a moment to consider the love relationships you have in your life . . . your spouse, your children, your extended family.  Think of all the good times . . . and, the bad times.  We know that relationships are tough.  Our spouses do not always make us happy.  Sometimes they make us sad, sometimes angry.  Sometimes we just want to throw up our arms and run out of the house screaming . . . but we choose to stay and love.  Think of our children . . . they weren’t perfect little angels all the time.  Oh no!  There were moments we wonder whose children they were . . . they had moments when they broke our hearts, moments when they made us mad.  But we choose to love them through thick and thin.  Same goes with all those relationships outside of the family . . . aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, the whole clan!  We choose to love them.  We don’t have to, but it is our choice.

 

Emma Swanson shared a story in the Montana Quarterly magazine about how shattered her family and life became when her father asked to divorce her mother when she was twelve years old.  She was devastated and angry.  She was angry at her father for abandoning her and her mother.  She was angry with her father’s parents—her grandparents—because they seemed to side with her father over the divorce.  She was angry to be thrust into a new family . . . a family with stepsiblings and step-grandparents.  In her anger she refused to have anything to do with her father’s parents—her grandparents, or with her new step-grandparents.  For nine years she let this fester. 

 

Nine years later her father encouraged her to mend the tear in the relationships with her grandparents and her step-grandparents.  Reluctantly she called her grandparents wanting an apology for the hurt they caused for siding with her father in the divorce.  She told them that they had hurt her.  They told her that she had hurt them. She told them that it hurt that they had ignored her for all those years . . . and, in return her grandfather said, “We didn’t think that you wanted to talk to us, but we never stopped loving you.”   Unsatisfied with the conversation her grandfather finally tells her the road runs both ways and that if she must, go ahead and blame him.  In the end, it is up to her . . . it is her decision, her choice.

 

That’s the way love works . . . you must choose.

 

Also, in the story, she visits her step-grandparents.  She is shocked to see her middle school picture up on the wall with all the other family pictures.  She is leery of the kindness these strangers are showering her with . . . the kind things that they are doing for her.  They are loving her, but she doesn’t trust them.  Then one evening at the dinner table her step-grandmother puts a beautiful ring upon her finger.  She tells her that it is hers and she wants her granddaughter to have it.  Of course, she protests the gift.  But the woman will have none of it and tells her, “I want you to have it.”  Suddenly there is a release within her heart as she realized that these people . . . her step-grandparents . . . have been waiting all these years for the relationship.  Waiting because they chose to love her.

 

Love is a choice.

 

Love only works if we choose to make it work.

 

God chooses to love us.  Through Jesus we are shown how that love works.  In return, we love God . . . we love one another.  In the person of Jesus, we witness that love is a choice.  Too often we slide by the human side of Jesus in favor of the divine side.  We forget the humanity of Jesus.  He was one of us.  When I think of Jesus in his humanity, I see a Jesus that struggled at times with his relationship with God.  Probably the best example of that is when he is in the garden praying.  There in the garden we witness the struggle with what God wanted from him.  Yet, despite the realness of that struggle, in the end Jesus chooses to love and do as is expected of him.

 

Love is complex.

 

Love is difficult . . . especially when it comes to our love for God.  We need to be honest with ourselves and admit that there are moments that we struggle in loving God . . . moments when we are angry with God . . . confused with what God wants from us . . . times when we are estranged from God.  Yet, God chooses to love us.  And, if we want to love God then we must choose to love God . . . it doesn’t just happen.

 

We may never understand why God chooses to love us . . . each and everyone of us . . . just as we have been created.  All we know is that God chooses us.  From there it is up to us.  What will we do with this “gift of love”?  God will not make us do anything, including loving God or others.  It is our choice what we do with such love.  Do we embrace it and in return choose to love God . . . to love others?

 

We are the children of God . . . created in the image of God, we are all chips off the old block.  We are a mixture of everything under the sun . . . we are good, we are bad . . . we are saints and, we are sinners . . . we re kind, we are mean . . . we are a conglomerate of opposites.  Yet, God chooses to love us.  The emphasis is always on “chooses”.  Thus, in the end, it falls back upon us as individuals . . . what will you choose?  Amen.