Sunday, February 23, 2014

Only God Gives the Growth




Deut. 31:27-32:6; 1 Cor. 3:5-9

            At the start of last Monday’s meeting of your Session, I shared a word of witness from the streets of Rio de Janeiro.   It’s a word about some of the twenty-five million street children in this second largest city of Brazil.   A group of these kids regularly got together in one spot to share their fear and anger.   They were hosted by a group of Christian adults -- a Presbyterian, a Methodist, a Lutheran pastor, and a Catholic priest.   Also present was a non-Christian priest of the Umbanda faith.  
            One day, one of the boys declared, “I want to be baptized.”   “In which church, then?” asked one of the Christians.  The boy looked around the street and at his congregation gathered in the usual spot.   Then he replied, “Which church?”  Another of the Christians turned to him and asked the question with more clarification.  “You’ll need to choose a church building in which to be baptized.  Which one would you like to go to?”   Understanding but protesting, the boy said, “Building?  No, I want to be baptized here among us on the street.” 
            The church representatives looked at one another.   Next, one bluntly remarked that he wouldn’t be able to issue any kind of official baptismal certificate.  Another commented that it would be problematic to perform the sacrament with the help of the Umbanda priest.   The boy again firmly expressed his faithful desire.  Finally, the Protestant pastor reached for an old wooden board, laid it atop two plastic milk crates, and filled an old boot with water.   The young man was then ritually welcomed into the Christian family.  
            By the grace of God, growth in the Body of Christ happens wherever and whenever vulnerable seeds are gathered and sown in one spot.  It happens when they are then watered by faithful acceptance and compassion.  It happens as healthy green shoots break through the asphalt coverings in Christ’s kingdom -- coverings chiefly loyal to humanly constructed buildings and institutional rules than to the Creator of all.
            The Apostle Paul wants to know who you belong to as a Christian.    If your answer is something like “the Presbyterians” or if you are inclined to name one particular Christian leader or another … then be prepared to hear a word of faithful reproof.  If you find yourself thinking about Jesus Christ first in terms of the differences found in denominational boxes and believing church is what happens chiefly within institutional buildings … then be prepared to be called spiritually immature, a mere infant in this faith.   
            My goodness, I remember how in my younger days I’d occasionally hear the words, “Oh, don’t be a baby.”   This chiding was a common but less than empowering way of pointing out that I was acting immaturely for my age … that I’d managed to fail the expectations of some older “authority.”    I never liked this one bit.   I remember feeling embarrassed and ashamed.  
            So when I read the Apostle Paul telling the Christians of ancient Corinth that they are behaving like babies … I get a bit defensive.   But then I read about the immature behaviors their founding pastor was calling them out on.  Jealousy was jumping all over the place.   Quarreling created conflict across the congregation.  Boasting about loyalty to different church leaders fenced in factions.   These were not behaviors that reflected, honored and helped spread the loving, accepting, egalitarian spiritual teachings of Jesus.  These were not the behaviors of those who had matured in knowing that they belong to God alone and in God they all belong to one another.  These were not the behaviors of those living as humble, faithful servants relying on the grace of God for their personal and congregational growth.
            So Paul pulled no punches.   He held them accountable just as honestly and powerfully as Moses had done to the stubborn, rebellious ancient Israelites he had led.   Then Paul told them in a couple different, easily identifiable ways what it means to be spiritually mature in Christ together.  It meant eating and sharing the solid food of selflessness, not the pablum of self-serving pride.  It meant being the spiritual building God was building them to be. It meant being equal co-laborers with distinct tasks working in the field of faith where God alone was bringing about growth.  The infants in faith clearly took these words of Paul to heart, for that early church didn’t fall down and go boom.   
            God keeps growing the Body of Christ throughout this world.  Do we trust that God is graciously, steadily, and perhaps surprisingly growing the Body of Christ through FPC? 
            Here in 2014 in this corner of American culture, we know well the limitations and frustrations of first and foremost trusting the traditional ways of institutional expansion an social influence.  We can’t just put a new sign outside identifying our denominational affiliation and expect potential new members to show up every Sunday.   We can’t fully expect folks to come here first to learn about Jesus when there are many wonderfully inspired and solidly academic insights about Christianity from all over the world being instantly communicated through devices most people have in their pockets.    And for many years the main model for church was believing, belonging and serving.  People gathered around the doctrinal beliefs defined through institutional belonging and then went out into the world to serve.    But nowadays, more church growth happens through serving, belonging and believing.  As people serve the needs of others in many organized ways, they gain a sense of belonging to a community that truly cares, which then may lead to new or deepening belief in God.   
            We know well the impact of well over a decade of denominational decline.   And we know how much our church family is grieving our congregational losses due to long-time members passing on to glory, moving on to live in other places, or just not being around so much due to other life changes.    It all can weigh so heavily on our hearts and minds.    This is all the more reason to keep renewing our trust that God is always blessing us with growth.    It can’t be precisely measured by human statistics.  But it can and should be measured by our words of witness, by sharing the stories of how Jesus’ love has touched us through the ways we support one another, worship together, are called and equipped to co-labor for Christ near and far.  This spiritual growth is happening as we carry on and support long-standing ways of being FPC as well as let some go in order to initiate and establish new ones.    
            So maybe there is a new Bible study God wants us to lead over in that new private conference room soon to be available at the Starbucks in Chester.   Perhaps the number of youth and adults going on the Appalachia Service Project through our partnership with the Big Youth Group will continue to blossom as it did this year.   I personally feel a holy call to cultivate some needed growth in addressing real and tough social issues impacting our local families, such as how prescription pill sharing is leading to hardcore drug use and criminal records.   I also see some growth happening as we work with sister churches in our community to honor and support veterans, as we did this past Veteran’s Day.   And just as God has created new growth across our denomination through new kinds of worshipping communities and a new form of government that allows more freedom and flexibility on our local level, I can hope the FPC bylaws and handbook currently being revised will make us more organizational vibrant and creative.
            The Body of Christ here and everywhere is being grown by God alone.   Let’s endure any and all growing pains, trusting we’re being made stronger … that we are always growing up into a fuller stature in and for our Savior.   Amen.  
           

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Rock Salt



Psalm 18:1-2, 21-31, Matthew 5:13-20


            There’s a fun story about a man who walked into a little mom-and-pop grocery store and asked, "Do you sell salt?  "Ha!" said Pop the proprietor. "Do we sell salt! Just look!" And Pop showed the customer one entire wall of shelves stocked with nothing but salt -- Morton salt, iodized salt, kosher salt, sea salt, rock salt, garlic salt, seasoning salt, Epsom salts, every kind of salt imaginable.   "Wow!" said the customer.   "You think that's something?" said Pop with a wave of his hand. "That's nothing! Come look." And Pop led the customer to a back room filled with shelves and bins and cartons and barrels and boxes of salt. "Do we sell salt!" he said.  "Unbelievable!" said the customer.  "You think that's something?" said Pop. "Come! I'll show you salt!" And Pop led the customer down some steps into a huge basement, five times as large as the previous room, filled wall, floor, to ceiling, with every imaginable form and size and shape of salt, even huge ten-pound salt licks for the cow pasture.  "Incredible!" said the customer. "You really do sell salt!"  That’s when Pop gave the exasperated reply, “No, that's just the problem! We haven’t sold any salt! But that salt salesman, Hoo-boy! Does he sell salt!"
            It sure would be a waste for all the kinds of salt in our world to not be used for all of their necessary purposes.   Let’s see what you know.  What’s your guess?    Across our country, is there more salt used in our food or on our roads?    Fact check:  17% of salt is used as rock salt and only 6% used in food.   What’s your guess?   How many cells in our bodies use salt?  If you guessed every single one, then you are correct.   Our brains need salt to fire off signals to the rest of the body, especially when it comes to regulating our heart beats and the balance of fluids in our systems.   What’s your guess?    How is salt made?   If you guessed that this is a trick question, you are correct.    It’s not made … it’s a natural resource like water and air that is harvested, mined, and extracted.     What’s your guess?  What was the only way for people in ancient times preserve food, especially meat?    I know we all guessed correctly – they used salt!   
            One more.   What’s your guess?    What did Jesus call all of his followers?   Since you were listening carefully to the Bible reading, you’ve got this.   Our Lord calls us the salt of the earth!    We are each very valuable, vital part of how Jesus seasons this world with saving grace.  
            Jesus and his first followers knew the symbolic significance of salt very well.   They fully understood that salt is not useful to itself.   Its value comes from its purpose as part of other things.  The essential value of it was noted throughout their Bible, which is our Old Testament.   A quick survey reveals that the prophet Elisha sprinkled salt into a spring at Jericho to purify the water (2 Kings 2:21.), that eating salt with another person was a sign of loyalty, sort of a passing of the peace pipe, a breaking of bread (Numbers 18:19.), that temple priests strew salt on sacrifices and seasoned incense with salt, and, get this, that parents rubbed salt all over their newborn baby’s body as protection against all kinds of ills (Ezekiel 16:4.)”[i]     
            To be Jesus’ salt, His followers understood this meant being part of His purifying presence in the world, peaceably loyal to Him and to one another, and making faithful sacrifices for the sake of protecting the most innocent and vulnerable.    
            This is, of course, what it means for us modern day disciples as well.    And if you need further clarification about what Jesus meant by calling us the salt of the earth, read what Matthew quotes him as preaching right before He said so.   These verses, commonly known as the Beatitudes, inspire and instruct us to be part of our Lord’s highest ideals of mercy, humility and compassion.   These poetic words about blessedness are truly beautiful and “bring out the true flavor of what it is to be truly alive,” to be “life-givers to others.”[ii]   Jesus calls us to mix ourselves “right into the middle of life, adding some zest and making a difference.”[iii]
            But honestly, it can be very challenging to go out and be the salt of the earth.  Tossing words about meekness, mercifulness, and purity of heart is not at all easy to do in this world stewing in sorrows, sinful stubborn pride, injustices, persecutions, and warfare.    To shake this radically divine love out for others, we have to first fill ourselves into constant awareness of all this darkness and our part in it.  
             Jesus understood this difficulty.   He personally experienced it.   But in verse thirteen we read how he kept the bar set high.   To be his faithful followers, to be his sacred seasoning, he made it clear that we mustn’t lose our taste for the Beatitudes holy flavor.    If ever we do, we are, to quote Jesus, “no longer good for anything.”   
            Given that we just had our eleventh snow storm of the season, I’ve been thinking a lot about the tons of rock salt that’s all around.   While I’m rather tired of it being all over my shoes and encrusting my car, I know how necessary and valuable it is.   I’m thankful for it and all the good folks who’ve been working hard to spread it around.    I’m not the only preacher in this tri-state area whose been mulling over the symbolic meaning of rock salt.  A Presbyterian colleague in New York City not only gave this good thought, but he came up with a beautiful reflection on it that’s well worth fully quoting.   I invite you to faithfully listen to these words of Pastor Andy James –
            “Just as salt works to give us traction when things are slippery, as salt of the earth we can help others to regain their footing in times of uncertainty. Just as salt works to melt down the mounds of ice around us these days, we can be the salt of the earth to help melt the hardened hearts of our world. And just as salt takes a little bit of time to take effect and clear the path, so as salt of the earth we may need a little time and patience to join in God’s work of making a way amidst the challenges of this world.”
            Building on these faithful words, let me ask -- when times are tough here on earth, when they are like what we read in the Beatitudes, in what ways do you serve Jesus?    Help folks find secure footing, melt any hardness of heart, patiently wait for God to open up a way forward when the path isn’t clear?   In what ways do you humbly witness and enact your love for Him as your only true strength, refuge and rock?  
            I joyfully believe that every one of us had been gifted by the Holy Spirit with the ability to be the salt of the earth.    We just need to take the time to inventory our inner-salt stockpile and realize that there is an endless storehouse of ways our Lord works through us to bless and transform this world.   I was very glad to learn that this was discussed in last week’s Sunday School class.  The kids did a little experiment which showed how well things stick together when everyone is applying their spiritual salt, their God-given gifts.   
            Yet it’s very natural for all us to have times when we feel as though we’ve lost our spiritual saltiness, our sense of holy purpose in this world.    During such moments, pray.  Pray for restoration of a deep trust that you are what Jesus calls and equips you to be.   Also read the Bible.  You don’t have to understand every word — let the Spirit sprinkle insight and season your faith as you study and reflect.   God promises that the Spirit will move through your prayers and your reading and strengthen you.    You should also keep getting to know your soul--- If music speaks to your heart, find a way to listen to hymns or allow praise songs to lift your spirit.  If seeing God in nature blesses you -- then set aside time to look and see the goodness of God all around you in the snowy landscape and watch for signs of spring.    God has also given us each other on the journey of life — so if you feel washed out spend time with other Christians who you know bring faithful flavor to the world.  You’ve done so today by being here.  Jesus is your rock and you are therefore rock salt.  You have a sacred purpose.  Especially through life’s storms.  Let’s all make every effort not to stay stuck on a shelf!    Amen.   
           
             


[i] http://www.beatitudessociety.org/blog/195-be_salt_and_light
[ii] https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/5672311-weekly-sermon-illustration-the-salt-of-the-earth
[iii] http://www.beatitudessociety.org/blog/195-be_salt_and_light

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Time Management



2 Corinthians 5:18-6:2, Ecc. 3:1-15

        This well-known passage from the Old Testament is very wise – not in some profound and otherworldly way, some way you know rings true but aren’t quite sure why.  It’s wise because of its matter-of-factness.  It’s wise because of the blunt way it forces us to acknowledge stark realities of life we all know to be true but may or may not want to talk about.   We join up with these worldly juxtapositions in one way or another every single day.   They live in our hearts and hopscotch all over the daily headlines.    We can’t miss how everything on this list happens in time.  
            Many folks can sing this wise part of Scripture thanks to the late Pete Seeger having put a folk tune to them in the song, “Turn, Turn, Turn.”   I’m certainly glad this world famous song ends with a plea for peace (in parallel with Ecclesiastes 3:8).  But I have to say that it otherwise fails to convey the overall point the writer of Ecclesiastes was making.   It fails to speak to the wisdom we find in verses nine through fifteen.       
            In these verses, the words shift from stating what we all can’t help but acknowledge to stating one thing we may have difficulty accepting about our relationship with God.   In the midst of all we can know and can control concerning planting and plucking up, about breaking down and building up, about seeking and losing, tearing and sewing, loving and hating, warring and peacemaking … we are not able to time God’s omniscient plans.   We can mostly manage the timing of many things in life, but we can’t manage God’s sense of timing.   All our human wisdom combined can’t comprehend and control the complete picture of God’s will for our lives, for the world.    It is sinful vanity for us to ever argue otherwise -- the same vanity that first bit into God forbidden fruit back in the Garden of Eden.   We live within time, but time itself belongs to God.   It is calculated differently by God’s infinitely good and redeeming wisdom than our use of it as a tool for measuring and interpreting our daily lives and human history.    
            We very easily lose sight of this.  Our hearts and minds give way more attention and energy to all our diligent means of time management.    We devoutly turn to and trust in the clock.  We totally depend on the clock to give security and structure to our personal and community life.   This is necessary and not at all inherently a bad thing.   But if we aren’t careful, if we cease giving prayerful respect to God’s big picture, we can let the clock define us.    When this happens, we allow it to function as a false god.  
            Consider how we feel blessed by the clock when it grants us peace of mind by telling us that there is plenty of time for us to do this, that, and all those other things.   And consider how we feel cursed by the clock when it feeds our anxieties by telling us that we’ve run out or have completely lost time.   We especially fear the power we give to this false god when it “makes us anticipate the moment” in which it will not speak any more for us, the moment of our death.[i]
            Add to this the fact that efficiency is a very active virtue of American culture.   As Christian author Gregory Spencer has pointed it, “it’s what makes the clock of capitalism tick” and it usually serves us well.    Until, that is, we let it become our dictator instead of our servant.  He shares a personal word about how this has impacted his family life …
             When his daughters were young, he “frequently bemoaned” how little time he could give to writing.  But one day a friend reminded him, "Your girls will only be toddlers once. Don't worry so much about being productive." Then another friend chimed in, gesturing to his daughters and declaring, "Spence, here are your publications!"    He got the message.    He understood that these friends were encouraging him to understand time well used is time that appropriately meets the needs of the moment instead of being measured by the demands of the clock.[ii]
            Attending to the needs of the moment is exactly what Ecclesiastes encourages.   The author teaches us the wisdom of not spending so much energy trying to predict or control all that can and does happen in this life.   Too much is beyond our human toiling and timing.   Rather than descend into ongoing despair about this, we are taught to focus on finding holy joy in every moment of our lives and to do this in the company of one another.   All enjoyment, we are reminded, comes from the “hand of God.” (2:24)    Life well lived seeks out the holy business God has made suitable for each day – the holy business of love, joy, hope, peace.    When time-driven despair strikes us with all the impact of Big Ben tolling the hour, it “casts a veil over our eyes, blinding us to the brilliance of God’s love.”   But as a different ministry colleague has preached, “if we see momentary joys as what they are, as small pinpricks of light in the veil, we live not in despair over meaninglessness but in hope for the day when that light shines brilliantly to all.”[iii]           
            2 Corinthians 5 reminds us another big and wise reason to focus on each moment and find life’s meaning and security in God’s infinite love alone.  It reminds us that we are ambassadors of Christ.  Not during just one time slot or another.  The joyful Good News of God’s reconciling love in Jesus is gifted to us every second of every single day.   We are urged not to waste time taking this amazing grace in vain.   When is it an acceptable time to remember this?  To live into it?   “Now is the acceptable time, now is the day of salvation!” comes the Apostle Paul’s prompt reply.    Every minute is full of divine possibility!
            What would it be like to really live with this awareness of time?  To fret less about what worldly time it is, what we’ve gotten done, what we’ve yet to or never will do?   To have more trust that in this very moment Jesus Christ is ministering through all of us in the power of the Holy Spirit?   
            I believe we’d be more thankful for each breath, be more appreciative of kind words and gestures, be more attentive to using our spiritual gifts for selflessly building up others in love.  The tick-tock tyranny wouldn’t suppress our energy and hope and dreams.  We’d be able to let go and let God with greater peace of mind.  We’d more fully appreciate our loved ones and feel freer to count our blessings.   Fears for the future and regrets about the past would float away into the redeeming care of our Lord.   We’d be more at ease with the plain truth that there is a time to be born and a time to die.  We’d embrace the wisdom of Ecclesiastes that teaches “That which is, already has been; that which is to be, already is; and God seeks out what has gone by.” (3:15)
            So in summary, we have this ongoing choice about how we choose to perceive and live in time.  On the one hand, we can do so in a way that matches an invention called the Corpus Clock.   Have you ever heard of this?   It was awarded one of the best inventions of 2008 by a magazine named … wait for it … Time.    You can find it located on the campus of Cambridge University.   This clock has no hands or numbers.  It has three concentric circles with slits in each.   On the outer rim, a blue LED light circles around with every passing second.   I saw a video of the Corpus Clock, but could not tell the time by it whatsoever.   Yet it’s really more of an art installation anyway and it gets its message across quite clearly.   The message comes across by way of the large, mechanical, totally grim looking locust that sits atop of it.   This thing rocks constantly back and forth with a fanged open mouth that insatiably gobbles up every passing second.   Watching it, you can’t help but get the point – beware of time for it is a threatening, beastly reality.    Its inventor was quoted as saying that if this clock terrifies you, it’s intended to.    
            On the other hand, in light of the teaching of Ecclesiastes, we can choose to perceive time by way of a different, more peaceful symbol.  I suggest we can do so by way of a good old fashioned sundial.  This instrument tells us the time of day according to the position of the sun.    Symbolically speaking, this can remind us that the Light of God’s Son is always positioned upon us and that we live every second of our lives in God’s care.    What a wise way to manage time this would be.   Amen.




[i] Paul Tillich @ http://www.religion-online.org/showchapter.asp?title=375&C=34
[ii] Gregory Spencer, Awakening the Quieter Virtues (IVP, 2010), pp. 170-171
[iii] www.workingpreacher.org/preaching.aspx?commentary_id=1711

Monday, February 3, 2014

Give, Forgive, Deliver

1 Samuel 1:13-18; Matthew 6:5-13


            An ordained Minister of the Word and Sacrament … sits in the corner of a local coffee shop trying to prayerfully converse with God.   The pastor is relieved not to actually see God in the form of George Burns and to just generally sense God’s living presence.   At one point she finds herself asking, “Lord, why do I need to tell You what I need in prayer?”  She discerns God saying in reply, “Because I love you, my child.”   She knows this, of course, but feels the need to press a little further, to intellectually wrangle on. “Yes, for that I am forever thankful.  But You know my heart inside and out, you know what I need even before I do.   Why do I need to tell You what You already know?  I trust You will act with love and mercy whether I speak to You or not of my needs.”   She falls silent.  She waits for a reply.  She sips more coffee.  Silence.   Takes a bite of blueberry scone.   Time stretches out.  She starts questioning her line of questioning.   Ongoing silence.    About forty minutes and three saucers full of ground up caffeinated bean juice later, she detects a divine whisper.    “My dear child, we are family.   You and I have a unique, tight-knit relationship.  It’s one born of the love I personally bestowed upon you.   Loving relationships, most especially the one we share together, need honest conversation.   True enough, I will act as I will act and the reasons won’t often be clearly revealed to you.  But this doesn’t mean our relationship is like those necessary but frustrating One-Way streets you humans have constructed.   I do have dominion, but I also desire dialogue.   You didn’t enjoy not hearing right back from me, right?  Nor do I enjoy when I don’t hear from you.”
              In the midnight hours … outside after another loud ‘n wild show, the heavily tattooed and body pierced songwriter and lead singer of a hard rocking band pauses instead of passes out.   He takes note of his small place underneath the heavens,, of how the stars far outshine his overblown rock star ego.   They seem to dissect him in a soul-stirring way.  They call to him of a homecoming he’d been long away from since growing up with his preacher dad.   He can’t recall the last time he spoke with the Lord about his life.   Slowly, sullenly, in that sobering starlight, he begins to write down a few words.   “I looked up at the sky tonight,” he writes, “to see Your face and feel Your presence now.  I need You here right now. I came from a lonely place, the windows closed on my darkest hour.  I need You here right now, ‘cause You won’t leave me lonely … You won’t leave me broken in a world that not my home.” (Josey Scott of the band Saliva).   More words like this pour out in the shadow light of the stars, building a highway between his sin-sick soul and his Maker’s holy heart.    So much so an entire collection comes together, the makings of what would become his first non-rated “R” album.   He gives the collection the Christ-tinted title, “Blood Stained Love Story.”
            In the middle of an average day … a stay-at-home mom paused from daily chores in order to approach her Lord.   A life-long and self-dubbed “devout” Christian, she quietly speaks aloud saying, “Most gracious God, heavenly Father, eternal in the heavens, Alpha and Omega.  I hesitate to bother You with such petty details about my life.  But I’m so tired.  My spirit is sagging more than my aging skin.  I need energy, some new joy.   If You, according to Your most glorious, everlasting, wise, powerful, omniscient will would see fit, please grant this petition from for my humble spirit.   I know I’m just a sinful speck on the spacious screen of all that is sacred in You.   I’m a sinner, of the same idolatrous heart as any and all mayhem makers.  I’m not worth Your time.  But I read and believe in Your holy Word the Bible of how You care for even the smallest sparrows who’ve fallen from their nest.   My nest, most heavenly Father, feels like its falling.  So I pray, dear Jesus, if it be Your glorious and eternal will … please hold it up.”     From the nearby stairwell of the family home, her young son overhears these words.   He can’t quite understand them all.   He doesn’t get why the prayer sounded so complicated.  He’s confused because he’d learned in Sunday School that folks should just approach the Lord with faith like a child.    He suppresses the urge to run to his mom, confess that he heard everything and then instruct her to next time simply say, “Daddy, I’ve got a boo-boo in my heart.  Please make it better.”
            As these opening vignettes hopefully illustrated, approaching God to make a personal, prayerful petition isn’t always easy.   It can be more comfortable praying for others than for ourselves.   We can get caught up in intellectual arguments with ourselves about whether or not we even need to enter into conversation with the Almighty.   We can get caught up for many years totally ignoring the God we knew in our youth.   We can get trapped in tongue-twister prayers, more concerned with how to properly address God than with simply stating our soulful desire.  
            So how best to make a prayerful petition to God?   How do we come to experience what the poet John Greenleaf Whittier once affirmed by saying, “Every chain that humans wear crumbles ‘neath the weight of prayer”?   Like Hannah, how do we whole-heartedly petition God about our anxiety and sad countenance with honest hope of receiving a blessing?   
            In his book Prayer: Finding the Heart’s True Home, Quaker theologian Richard Foster reminds us what our faith tradition highlights as the definitive model petitionary prayer.  He points us to Jesus’ example in Matthew 6:9-13.    He reminds us to frame our personal requests in this way, focusing on three words – give, forgive, and deliver.
            So many of us folks have deep pride in self-sufficiency.  Asking for help, admitting we are dependent on another … even God … can thus be a tough thing to do.  Jesus knows this, hence he teaches us to practice it.   He teaches us to petition God for our daily bread.   Daily nourishment of body and spirit.   The little things that sustain us and fuel our faithful service.  “What if,” writes Foster, “the only things we were allowed to talk about in prayer were weighty matters, the profound issues?  We would be orphaned in the cosmos, cold, and terribly alone.  But,” he goes on to conclude, “God welcomes us with our 1,001 trifles, for they are each important to God.  We pray for daily bread by taking to God those trifles that make up the bulk of our days.”  
            Accepting that God cares about and helps us with even our tiniest trifles builds up trust.   Upon this trust we then ask for holy help with bigger things burdening us.   We ask for forgiveness of our sins, those things we do against God and neighbor as well as don’t do for God and neighbor.    Believing that God is giving empowers and equips our belief that God is forgiving!  Foster hits a particularly honest stride when he invites us to consider what forgiveness is and is not.  It does not mean that “we will cease to hurt, that we will forget, that we can pretend the offense did not really matter.”  It is “not acting as if things are just the same as before the offense.”   What it means – and this is why it’s so crucial to our personal petitions – is that forgiveness “is a miracle of grace whereby the offense no longer separates.”  It means that God helps us not to use any offense to “drive a wedge” into our relationships.   When we experience this, we are far better able to accept that God, through Jesus Christ, doesn’t use our sin to punish us.   It is instead fully forgiven and we are constantly welcomed back to mutually loving fellowship.  Stay tuned for more on the topic of forgiveness – I’ll be preaching on it throughout Lent.
            In the strength of faithful community, we pray the third part of this petition.   We pray for ourselves and others to be delivered from evil temptations.   We’ve all wrestled and continue to wrestle with these in one form or another.  They come at us in our hearts and through sinful human systems.   Jesus knew first-hand what it was like to be encountered by both unholy enticements.   He experienced them in the wilderness alone and in the company of thieves beside his Cross.   So we can trust Him in our plea for protection.  We can believe we’ll be delivered by the righteous, resilient strength of our Savior.            
            Yes, it’s not always easy to pray for ourselves.   But our Lord gave us a definitive guide.   What simple sustenance do you need God to give you today?   What thoughts, words or actions have you failed to honor God with, thus accruing a spiritual debt needing to be forgiven?   What evils in this world do you pray for the power of our Lord to deliver you and so many others from?   May we pray our petitions this day, trusting that in the Lord we are given, forgiven and delivered.  Amen.