Showing posts with label Shepherd Sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shepherd Sunday. Show all posts

Sunday, April 30, 2023

There Is Power in the Flock: Sermon for Easter 4A



Welcome to Good Shepherd Sunday, this fourth Sunday in Easter. I have a quiz for you.

What do sheep like to do in the summer? Have a baa-baa-cue!

What kind of car do sheep like to drive the best? A Lamborghini!

What do sheep wear to the beach? A baaa-kini.

What is the ultimate goal of sheep? To wool the world!

Where do sheep go on vacation? The Baahamas.

A math teacher was looking for a summer job. A farmer approached him and said, “I’ve got 47 sheep. I’ll pay you $200 to round them up for me.”

The mathematician smiled and said, “Sure. 50!” and put out his hand. (Wait for it—Math. Round UP.)

Why can’t you trust a sheep? Because they pull the wool over your eyes.

And now one for the armchair theologians in the house. Did you know the Protestant Reformer John Calvin, who promoted the idea of predestination, was first a failed shepherd? Yeah, the sheep refused to follow him because they believed in free wool.

One of the insults making the rounds these days is to call someone a sheep, or a group of people “sheeple.” It implies that that person or group is dim-witted, incapable of rational thought, is easily fooled, weakmindedly obedient rather than independent. It’s funny that many of us have this stereotype of sheep when most of us have no practical experience of them.

Other stereotypes about sheep are that they are docile, passive, stupid, easily fooled, and timid. Common, contemptuous phrases like “lambs to the slaughter,” or “follow like sheep” don’t help matters, either.


We don’t live in a part of the US where keeping sheep is a common thing. Now, places like Scotland, Ireland, New Zealand, the Navajo Nation in the desert Southwest—those places have more familiarity with sheep. But here in the Midwest? Not so much.


That’s a challenge when we get to the fourth Sunday in Easter, which is traditionally known as “Good Shepherd Sunday.” The only knowledge we have of sheep or shepherds is from the Bible stories, and they do reinforce those stereotypes, don’t they? We hear descriptions of sheep wandering off, and shepherds having to leave the 99 who stick together to go pull that one out of a bramble bush or a ravine.

However, those who spend time with sheep or even study them, get a different picture.

There’s a reason why sheep stories abound in the Bible. Sheep and goats were the first livestock species to be domesticated, more than 6,000 years ago in the Neolithic period in Europe, North Africa, and Mesopotamia in southwestern Asia—where Abram was born and raised, according to the story in Genesis[1]. Although originally kept for food, by the Bronze Age about a thousand years later, sheep were being bred to enhance their woolly coats so that the fibers could be collected and used as weaving was developing. 

By the time the Book of Leviticus was developed, in its 19th chapter, Jewish law prohibited what is called “Sha’atnez”—the wearing of cloth made of both wool and linen fibers[2]. It’s the breeding of sheep by humans for denser coats that is probably responsible for thinking of sheep as clumsy, because they are so overgrown with wool right before shearing that their bodies were just not made for navigating well with such weight and bulk to maneuver. 

The book of Exodus mentions sacrificing an unblemished lamb for the observance of the Passover of the Angel of Death while the Israelites were enslaved in Egypt—but then that practice did not become a custom, it is said, until after the 40 years in the wilderness was over.

So we would be forgiven if the picture we get on the surface from scripture is one of sheep as a means to an end, of passive victims.

The real story is much more complex.

Sheep have such a developed sense of smell that they can smell predators like wolves long before they see them—which is good, because their distance vision isn’t so great. Just like us, if you think about it, ha ha.


Far from mindlessly bunching together, sheep proclaim the wisdom that there is safety and even STRENGTH in numbers when they flock together. So much so that they get visibly agitated when they cannot see another sheep in their line of vision, even while grazing[3].

Sheep can overcome challenges—and learn by observation. For instance, in northern England, in Yorkshire, sheep farmers still claim the right of open grazing on public land. The sheep in one town were going everywhere—and eating up people’s landscaping on the edge of the moors. One person even got so fed up with his flowers being eaten to the roots that he held several sheep for ransom. To try to avoid sheep just going anywhere they please, the local authorities have installed 3-foot wide grids of round metal bars in the roads that were meant to keep sheep from crossing willy nilly all over town. Didn’t work for very long. Come to find out, the allegedly simple sheep figured out they could lay on their sides and roll over the grates to get to the other side—and soon every sheep in the flock was doing it, and munching down on the local gardens thereabouts[4]. I mean, can you imagine sheep figuring out and teaching each other how to stop, drop, and roll?

Sheep actually can, and do, learn their own names. And even with eyes on each side of their heads, they can differentiate human faces and interpret human emotions on them. And they can remember individual faces—both human and sheep—even after not seeing them for over two years[5]. Sheep have individual personalities, and have shown that they can have best friends within the flock—certain sheep whose company they simply prefer.

It is stories like these last ones that I share with you that, perhaps, rehabilitates the idea that Jesus intends for us to be HIS sheep, and his flock. Because if we are going to talk about Jesus being our shepherd, and what that means, especially in this time when people are worried about declining church membership and attendance, we might want to take stock of what it means to proclaim to a world that likes to denigrate sheep that there is power in the flock.

Because there IS power in the flock. But not just any flock. The sad truth is one of the biggest barriers to encouraging people to explore a life of faith is that some flocks have developed dysfunctional behavior. It can start with clergy—in some denominations, the ordained seem to be the only people that matter, and the members of the flock don’t get a say. That’s not good shepherding—that’s tyranny and even abuse of the ministry of all the baptized that Jesus, our good shepherd, calls us to embody.

But another fact is that the flocks themselves can sometimes be too resistant to outsiders. Some faith communities have groups within the flock that operate behind the scenes and actually exclude people from joining in their activities. Some have self-appointed “truth-tellers” who use their alleged dedication to “honesty” to say things and treat people in ways that they themselves would never tolerate. And this can be worse than wolves prowling around the perimeter of the flock, because betrayal can be far more destructive than straightforward attacks from enemies and outsiders, where you expect the predators to be.

Observing, once again, our animal counterparts, sheep, when threatened, bunch tightly together, with their heads to the center and their butts all pointing outward. While this may be practical in nature, when human church members mimic that behavior, we have to remember that the showing of our butts to the world is not the most attractive or inducive to newcomers. In order to add new sheep to the flock, everyone has to move over a bit, welcome new ideas and new faces in love rather than simply desperation. You can’t have growth and simultaneously have everything remain the same, and avoid change. The two things don’t go together.

Likewise, when individuals or teams step up to do things for the help of the flock, how often do they instead get worn down by constant critiques and criticisms in place of gratitude and thanks? 

This parish flock is particularly operated by a small staff and a dedicated core of volunteers. The flock will only be strong if two things happen: first, if everyone supports with their time and talent at least one outwardly directed ministry or internal need. Many hands make light work—that right there is proof there is power in the flock.

For instance, look at the bulletin in your hands. It takes at least ten people’s contributions—from Gail who schedules (or we could say wrangles) the worship ministers, to Barb who organizes the altar guild and Sherrie who organized the children’s chapel (itself a monumental important program), to Janet who helps keep track of the weekly financials with Page as well as the prayer lists and flower dedications to Denise who chooses the music to fit the readings each week and writes her music notes, to Page and Kelly and Derek who draft it all together to myself choosing the artwork and the prayers, making sure the liturgical parts are appropriate to the season and the needs of the congregation, just to make that bulletin each week, post it to the website, get it printed, and then for Bill to use it to program our broadcasts, which also takes hours. And then our volunteer communications director adding in announcements from all over. 

And that’s just the bulletin, folks. But naming this also reminds us of how we, as a flock, are interdependent upon one another—something Jesus himself reminded his followers of again and again and again. Because interdependence is not just a fact. It is a blessing, and we need to treat it that way.

And second, let’s talk about bleating—you know the constant noise from the sheep. Sheep do that to be able to locate each other—but they also need to use their magnificent ears, which are twice the size of their mouths, to listen. In applying that to our parish flocks, what would it be like if, before sending a critique or criticism (or worse, sniping behind the scenes), everyone would ask themselves first what they themselves have done to help bear the burden of the job being criticized, and if they have also been as eager to compliment as they are to complain to criticize. 

You know, especially within a flock, if you are not part of the solution, you may be part of the problem. What would it be like if, before anyone said anything negative about a task or event, they would make sure they had said at least three praises first—or at least considered what it took to get that task done, however imperfectly?

The power of the gospel of Jesus is the power of relationship. That’s a power the world around us is starving for, in this fragmented, lonely society in which we live. It’s the power of the flock—the flock that is bound together by true love in action, true grace in action, true amiability in action.

God’s insistence on being associated with the concerned, caring shepherd who knows us intimately and loves us deeply is one that we need to hear and treasure no matter how many times we have heard those words in the 23rd Psalm or every year during the Great 50 Days of Easter. Notice, though, that God goes from being talked about in the third person to be addressed personally in the second parson a third of the way in. This is a personal relationship. But you’ll notice that the relationship isn’t just one way—it’s up to the sheep to follow the shepherd, not wander too far off, listen when he or she calls. Because when our Good Shepherd calls us, that’s the voice of love calling us—calling us, and urging us to always respond in kind.

And may this ever be our prayer:

O Lord, You are our shepherd;
help us to be better sheep.

When You give us green pastures,
help us to be grateful and not refuse to eat.

When You lead us beside still waters,
help us quiet our souls and be refreshed.

When our cups run over,
help us not to obsess about the mess
but shout for joy at the abundance
you give us always.

When You lead us to right pathways,
help us not to be hardheaded and go astray.

When we are in the darkest valley,
help us to remember that You are ALWAYS with us.

When you spread a table before us
in the presence of our enemies,
help us invite them to join us,
that their hearts may be turned by love.

Help us to stop bleating long enough
to hear Your voice calling us to You.

May we remember that your goodness and mercy
follow all of us all the days of our lives.

Amen.


Preached at the 10:30 am service on April 30, 2023 at St. Martin's Episcopal Church, Ellisville, MO.

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Citations:
[1] See 
See B. Chessa, F. Pererra, et. al, "Revealing the History of Sheep Domestication Using Retrovirus Reintegration," in Science magazine, April 24, 2009, at https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3145132/

[2] See Orit Shamir, "
Sha’atnez – The Biblical Prohibition Against Wearing Mixed Wool and Linen Together and the Observance and Enforcement of the Command in the Orthodox Jewish Communities Today," at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln Digital Commons Center for Textile Research, 2017,  https://digitalcommons.unl.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1009&context=texterm#:~:text=Jewish%20law%20forbids%20sha%27atnez%20–%20wearing%20garments%20of%20mixed%20wool,of%20two%20kinds%20of%20material.

[3] See Susan Schoenian, "Sheep Behavior" at Sheep 201, 2021  http://www.sheep101.info/201/behavior.html

[4] See Martin Wainwright, "Pennine spot where sheep won't be fenced in," at The Guardian UK, July 30, 2004, at  https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2004/jul/30/sillyseason.ruralaffairs

[5] See Keith M. Kendrick, Ana P. da Costa, et. al., "Sheep Don't Forget a Face," in Nature magazine 08 November 2001,  https://www.nature.com/articles/35102669

Sunday, May 8, 2022

The Resurrection Journey: Sermon for Easter 4C


Here we are with spring getting ready to burst in on us—burst in, and go blasting right by as 90 degree temperatures are predicted in just a few days’ time. How appropriate then, that our gospel plunges us back into winter. Because in our reading today, from the middle of Jesus’s ministry, it was winter—the time of the season of Hanukkah, because that is what the Festival of the Dedication is—and Jesus is walking the Portico of Solomon at the Temple, trailed by some of those opponents who constantly love to ask him leading questions trying to trip him up.

At the beginning of this chapter of John's gospel, Jesus had just finished referring to himself as “the good shepherd” to the people, and being very specific about that, as well. Yet here are these supposedly learned leaders of the people claiming they need more specifics, more proof.

It’s funny that in their maneuvering to try to trip up Jesus, they give voice to THE central issue for all of us: we all would like to just have the answers handed to us. We’d all love to have God solve all our problems and protect us all from every misfortune like a genie giving us unlimited wishes. Those leaders want to have Jesus as their Messiah for what he can do for them, rather than for what that would inspire them to change in their lives. They don’t want to have to listen, study, learn, or change. They want the answers handed to them.

And even now, that’s the problem with the life of faith, isn’t it? Here we are in Easter, when everything is supposed to be glorious summer, but instead, in all honesty, we find ourselves mired in the winter of our discontent, in the troubles and gnawing doubts and anxieties that subsume so much of our lives right now. War and crimes against humanity in Europe. Injustices in our legal system. Loved ones ill and plunged into rounds of treatment. A new variant of COVID getting ready to wash over us. Our schools becoming battlegrounds and under siege by ignorance. Leaders who seize power by dividing rather than uniting, by grandstanding rather than doing the boring work of governing for the good of all. Is it any wonder that even our lectionary acknowledges the difficulty in believing in resurrection when there is so much struggle, strife and grievance flavoring our every waking moment?

Our readings the last few weeks have been filled with stories of struggles with belief in resurrection. The male apostles accuse the women at the tomb of idle gossip on Easter morning. Thomas demands to actually see and touch the wounds of Jesus to know he’s not a ghost. Peter is haunted by his denial of Jesus and subsequent loss of faith in himself. Have you notices this? Our Easter readings are frank acknowledgements of exactly the same struggles we encounter as we try to grasp the idea of resurrection as a reality when everything around us draws our attention to earthly troubles and divisions.

The life of faith is always under assault by the forces of contempt and denial. So it’s no wonder that Jesus, in our gospel reading today, cannot even conceal his impatience with the games his opponents keep trying to play. They are asking him questions not because they want the real answer—in fact, the real answer is a threat to their system of domination. That’s why they’ve refused to see the signs all over the place. And Jesus tells them just that.

Jesus returns to the image of the shepherd in his response to the haters. And you and I might miss out on how that in itself is a criticism and an accusation against his opponents.

Because the thing is, THEY are supposed to be the shepherds of the people. In the ancient Mediterranean world, a common metaphor for leadership was the shepherd. Even the symbols of the power of the Pharaoh of Egypt was the local equivalent of the rod and the staff we heard about in our psalm. In the Torah and writings of Israel, God was the ultimate shepherd, and kings and leaders were supposed to mimic that loving care and concern. Leaders were supposed to be self-sacrificing shepherds at one with the people, and repeatedly in the prophets such as Ezekiel and in the psalms like the beloved one we just heard, that model of loving solidarity and protection was the requirement for leadership. And just like an ancient prophet, Jesus has been pointing out that those leaders have been woefully inadequate in the shepherd department. Instead of shepherds, they’ve been jackals, picking off the weak and collaborating with the wolves of Rome.

So when Jesus brings up being a shepherd again in our gospel, he intended for his opponents to immediately remember the description from our psalm, which is not only a psalm of praise to God—it is also a manual for how to inspire others and courageously lead them by caring about them. And they don’t like it, because they know their leadership is not built on the model of self-sacrifice and complete trustworthiness, but on the model of exploitation and manipulation.

This is very much the situation in which we too live, thousands of years later. As that 20th century sage Prince Rogers Nelson famously introduced in one of his songs in the glorious decade of the 1980s, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life; an electric word, life—it means forever and that’s a mighty long time….” (1)

Unlike that Prince, who advised us all to party like it was 1999, Jesus, the Prince of Peace, calls us to live like eternity matters. Jesus calls us to embrace the resurrected life as the ultimate pathway for a life that is filled with richness, direction, and value. To embrace life not just as a series of unfortunate events and struggles, but as an offering of thanksgiving and praise to God that in return fills us with confidence and joy no matter what obstacles we encounter.

Because the point of the life of faith is not merely to escape damnation and pronounce ourselves blessed: it’s to transform our living so that we live in imitation of Christ, that we truly dedicate ourselves to becoming his Body—his hands, heart, wisdom, and love—out in a world that is crying out for those things. It’s to offer those things to those around us because we acknowledge that we ourselves have received them from God, and they have transformed us from a people of fear to a people of hope.

So where are the instructions? How do we do this? The 23rd Psalm, the most beloved of all psalms, with images and verses known even to people with very little religious background, provides us with a sort of instruction manual as we embody the Shepherd's way of Resurrection.

The psalmist only knows the way to go because God, his own shepherd, is leading him. In the Mediterranean world, shepherds walked in front, and the sheep followed, unlike cattle that one drives with whips from the rear. Because the shepherd leads the sheep confidently, purposefully, the sheep know that all of their needs are going to be cared for. The shepherd, in a land that was persistently drought-stricken, knows the way to lush green fields that provide both plenteous forage along the way, but also is a sign that there is cool, sweet water nearby—another important consideration, as brackish or foul water could cause illness or even death. The shepherd’s leadership inspires faith and confidence and security in response to the anxiety we all encounter along the way.

In the anxiety of this journey, the soul can be wearied, bowed down, overcome by worry, anxiety, and stress. The shepherd knows this and counteracts it—by being right there with the sheep, by speaking tenderly to them, even by playing music or singing to them, so that even in the midst of the herd, each sheep can hear the comforting presence of the voice of the one who cares for them. In fact, the care and certainty with which the shepherd guides, leads, and cares for the sheep are such that the shepherd’s name becomes a watchword and symbol of faithful care and compassion. Such glorification of his name and his renown for his faithful care will even draw other sheep to seek out that shepherd themselves, just as God’s care of Israel was such that Isaiah spoke of the Temple becoming a house of prayer for all nations, and Paul carried the good news of the gospel out into the Gentile world. As we ourselves are called to be disciples not just inside these walls, but beyond these doors.

The shepherd responds to risks and dangers along the way, rather than making the empty promise that trials and dangers can be avoided. The shepherd does not promise that there will be no times of anxiety—but the sureness of his leadership means that even when the shadows are the deepest and the feeling of vulnerability and impending disaster seem greatest, the sheep fear no evil. The shepherd is in the front, with his rod, used to beat back predators, and his staff, used to guide the sheep and remove scorpions and snakes from the pathway are ever interposed between the sheep and any threats they may encounter. Even in the bleakest of environments, with dangers howling all around, the shepherd takes the lead and protects.

As shepherd and flock reach each resting place for the night, the shepherd makes sure that food aplenty is offered to all of his charges. This comforting domestic scene is enacted even with the wolves howling right outside the firelight of the crackling campfire. The sheep aren’t about to go hungry in the face of danger—on the contrary, that’s when the shepherd makes sure that the sheep aren’t just relieved of their anxiety, but treated to a sumptuous feast that shows a confidence and devotion that also makes a mockery of the predators’ attempts to panic the flock. The shepherd anoints and attends to all wounds with tenderness, making each sheep feel special and beloved.

And so, each day of the journey is veined with the surety of the shepherd’s devotion to the sheep, until at last they draw near to the home of the shepherd. Upon arrival at the shepherd’s home, the sheep still know that that same goodness and mercy that they experienced on the road will be their forever. Once there, the sheep realize that all that has followed and pursued them was not danger and heartbreak, but the goodness and mercy of the shepherd—the intrinsic and foundational qualities of God.

How is this journey possible? They key is in the very first verse: Notice that the opening metaphor in verse 1 contains a positive and a negative statement: “God is my shepherd” is positive; “Therefore I lack nothing” considers that there can be no need greater than the care and concern of God.” Perhaps that is why this psalm is so beloved. We have a tendency to focus on what we lack. Our lizard, instinctive levels of our brains are constantly on alert, perceiving threats everywhere. But if we take seriously the care and complete faithfulness of God toward us, we know that nothing can harm us.

That doesn’t mean we won’t encounter tragedy, or suffering, or illness, or even death. It means that God will be alongside us throughout those things. Never leaving us along to face them. And it means that God calls us into community to support each other and reach out to the lost as the most beautiful expression and use of this one precious life we have been given.

Today, especially, we remember and proclaim that Jesus is our good shepherd, walking alongside us and protecting us, laughing with us, mourning with us. Calling us all to live a resurrected life of hope, of faith, of generosity. To plant seeds of compassion, love and gratitude in the rocky soil of human systems of division and fear.

The resurrected life calls us to grow from being sheep to being shepherds ourselves, in joyful testimony and gratitude for the gifts that God has given us each and every moment. The resurrected life calls us to BE the change we want to see in the world. And the time to begin is now.

Amen.


Preached at the 8 and 10:30 am Eucharists at St. Martin's Episcopal Church in Ellisville, MO, on May 8, 2022.

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Citations:
1) Prince Rogers Nelson, "Let's Go Crazy,"from the album and film Purple Rain, 1984.






Sunday, April 25, 2021

The Shepherd's Duty: Sermon for Easter 4B (Good Shepherd Sunday)



Deep in the Western Australian countryside, two tourists were walking through a quaint town sightseeing. They suddenly ran into what in that town was a traffic jam—caused by a smallish herd of newly shorn sheep being moved through town. Drivers in their cars stopped their engines and got out to stretch their legs as the flock threaded through the dusty center of town. Black and white dogs darted back and forth, keeping the sheep bunched together. At the rear of this mass of animals walked a man. He was yelling out commands with little effect, driving the sheep with a whip in his hand, snapping it over their heads and at times on their sides and at their heels. When the whip made contact, the sheep would jump and scatter, only to be brought back together by the dogs. It was slow going.

“That’s funny,” said one of the tourists to her companion. “I didn’t know that shepherds used whips.”

A bystander overheard and leaned over. “They don’t,” he confided. “That bloke’s no shepherd. He’s the town butcher.”

Today, this fourth Sunday in Eastertide, we hear-- as we do each year-- passages from scripture about shepherds. It might seem strange if this was less usual, but we hear these stories every year, and so even in our context where I am betting most of us have only been near sheep in a petting zoo at Purina Farms, we listen and nod appreciatively. We work with a kind of limited understanding of what real shepherding is all about (it’s lonely, and exposed to the elements, and kind of stinky and dirty in real life) because we know this to be a metaphor to talk about our relationship with God and God’s relationship with us.

But I am hoping we can lean in a bit today to what our readings say to us in our own lives right now—both in our lives together as a community and a nation, as well as our lives together as disciples of Christ, mostly through the lens of our beloved 23rd Psalm.

I started with this anecdote because the part of this psalm that has been speaking to me most loudly is the image of the rod and the staff that is at the very center of our psalm. It’s like the fulcrum. So let’s actually start there. 

The rod and the staff show up in our psalm when the sheep are in the most danger—in the valley of the shadow of death. Now in normal times, shepherds lead their sheep from the front when they are guiding them. But once in danger, the psalm suggests  that God goes from walking in front of us to walking beside us, as our companion who will use the rod and the staff to protect and comfort rather than to abuse or chastise. That’s why this psalm doesn’t mention the one who cares for us driving us with whips. That would only add to the terror, and change the role of the shepherd from protector and shield to one who rules by fear and infliction of pain.

As I've been thinking about the verdict in the trial of the murderer of George Floyd, and meditating upon this psalm this week, that image of the rod and the staff have been haunting me. I've been thinking about when we invest people with tools and authorities that can cause injury and even death, we do so with the idea that those tools and authority are going to be used not against us but for us. In fact, most of us take that for granted. But we have to acknowledge that our own lack of concern is not shared by all of our kindred. 

On the night of the verdict coming down, I listened to our own Presiding Bishop speaking with great emotion about how he too grew up knowing that the color of his skin could lead his interactions with the police to not be those of protection but to be those of suspicion at first sight. And this usually optimistic man of God, whose greatest theme is that God is love and God is the answer, was weeping in relief that perhaps with this small measure of accountability we could begin the work of making our justice system and law enforcement less a means of control of people of color and more a system in which all receive equal guidance and protection under the law.


We give our shepherds authority over us, expecting that they will protect us and care for us so that we may live together in peace and without anxiety. We see the presence of the rod to be used against those who terrorize and pose imminent threat to the sheep—not against the sheep themselves, even when they do stupid things, as sheep-- and people-- are prone to do.

It’s part of the lore of this psaslm that King David himself wrote this psalm, and before he was king, he was a shepherd. His musical skill was honed as her practiced his harp playing to the sheep, singing to them during the long days, and in that singing, intimately acquainting them with the sound of the voice of the one who was there to protect them and lead them. The shepherd constantly sings out to his sheep—some even read to them—so that running to the sound of his or her voice becomes instinctive. And indeed, in all my years working with adolescents, the best educators knew it was the power of their voice and the power of their relationship with the kids that most helped guide them and help them to feel safe enough to lower their guard and trust us as teachers-- and to de-escalate when the kids needed to calm down. It is the same way with shepherds.

So there are two roles being described here as we consider the shepherd as model of the good leader or protector, and that of the sheep as the protected, and what that protection means. This psalm is about the leader—and those who are led. And there are implications for our lives in examining both of these roles.

The psalm starts with a simple declaration: God is my shepherd. It’s a straightforward, wonder-filled statement in sureness (and sureness will be featured again in the last verse of the psalm). And if God is my shepherd, I know that he will feed me and care for me so that I will not be in want. All anxiety is therefore vanquished --dispelled in the imagery of green pastures of plenty and still waters to lie down beside. And all of us deserve that assurance in our lives with each other, too.

This reminds us of the responsibility we bear as sheep. In our current political climate, the term sheep is often used contemptuously to represent someone who just blindly follows without thinking for themselves. But the obverse is just as dangerous to our common life together: those who refuse to follow any guidance but their own prejudices, their insatiable appetites, their refusal to privilege facts over their own often paranoid opinions certainly seemed to be the loudest sheep around us at times. And that not only endangers the well being of all of the members of the community, it also denies the authority that God rightfully is owed within their lives --and ours.

We know that provision is also a vital part of leadership, despite what some leaders who are only interested in power say. They want to divorce their obligations from their power, and that only leads to the tyranny of the whip.

The power of the rod and staff is a grave responsibility. We know that the rod and staff are meant for assurance and protection rather than intimidation by our next image in Psalm 23: that of God as host and provider. That same shepherd who was willing to put his life on the line to protect us is also willing to offer us plenty even in the face of those who wish us ill. God doesn't just provide us with a meal --God provides us with a banquet right in the face of those who would torment us. Where we might otherwise be afraid to take our eyes off of those who wishes harm, God instead calls us to lay aside any concern, and instead to feast at a banquet prepared of the best things.

The descriptions of safety, plenty, belovedness, and abundance described in verses 1-5 of our psalm lead the psalmist to come to a conclusion of what this special relation of protection care and guidance means for their life: With God leading us, goodness and mercy will follow us through every moment of our lives. In other words, our lives are bookended by God In God's plenteous, unwavering gifts. God at the forefront, goodness and mercy bringing up our rearguard.

And so where does that leave us? Dwelling within the household of God for all eternity, yes, but most importantly, in the time we have right now. Some scholars originally took this last line to mean that the best life was one that was lived in the temple, within its boundaries. And yet the bulk of the Psalm actually doesn't suggest so. This is a psalm about living your life out in the world in the certainty of God’s love and in testimony and witness to God’s love --not shutting yourself up away from the vagaries of life. This last observation gives us the courage and strength to persevere through whatever may come, knowing that in the end nothing will ever separate us from the love and care of God. Not even death. 


The purpose of the shepherd is not to conquer by division. The purpose of the shepherd is to make possible the creation of a good life. This psalm reminds us that God as our shepherd walks with us through our trials, even our own mistakes and foolishness, guiding and delivering us. We are never alone. We are always beloved. God has chosen us and anointed us, and provides us with all our hearts and souls need. But it also reminds us of how we should remember our common cause with all of the members of God’s flock, and how the leadership that God especially in Jesus models for us is a path of goodness and mercy for all of us as leaders and as followers. Jesus states flatly that he is willing to “lay down my life for my sheep…. of my own accord.”

Jesus seeks out all the lost sheep, and calls for us to do the same, remembering that we all fall within that category at times in our lives. Jesus calls to us, relentlessly, compassionately, taking the initiative to move toward us because only he can, and it is only when we still our own bleating that we can hear him. Luckily, he will wait and call us in the spaces and brief silences of our lives. We are scattered—but he calls us into one flock, despite our tendency to wander. Despite our tendency to fear. And goodness and mercy will follow us all the days of our lives, bringing us into our true home.

With God, and with each other.

Amen.

Preached at the 10:30 online service on Good Shepherd Sunday (the 4th Sunday in Easter) April 25, 2021 at St. Martin's Episcopal Church in Ellisville.

Readings:
Citations:
1) Top image: The Sheep, the Gate, the Shepherd, copyright Laura James. Used with Permission.
2) Last Image: The Good Shepherd, copyright Laura James. Used with permission.



Prayer, day 3010: Fourth Sunday in Easter (Shepherd Sunday)

O Lord, You are our shepherd;
help us to be better sheep.



When You give us green pastures,
help us to be grateful and not refuse to eat.

When You lead us beside still waters,
help us quiet our souls and be refreshed.

When our cups run over,
help us not to obsess about the mess

but shout for joy at the abundance
you give us always. 

When You lead us to right pathways,
help us not to be hardheaded and go astray.

When we are in the darkest valley,
help us to remember that You are ALWAYS with us.

When you spread a table before us
in the presence of our enemies,

help us invite them to join us,
that their hearts may be turned by love.

Help us to stop bleating long enough
to hear Your voice calling us to You.

May we remember that your goodness and mercy
follow all of us all the days of our lives

Amen.

Thursday, May 7, 2020

The Prayer of the Sheep at the Gate: Speaking to the Soul, May 7, 2020


This last Sunday, the Fourth Sunday in Easter, has traditionally been called “Shepherd Sunday,” in which we heard readings reminding us of the rich metaphor of God as our Shepherd.

Even though we hear readings about shepherds every year, the metaphor of the gate means something different for me this year. While some have interpreted Jesus as a gate being exclusionary, I am reminded that a gate works both ways. Jesus never excludes, but invites us into deeper fellowship, watching over us and encouraging us with his sheltering hand. As we have remained largely behind closed doors and gates these past many weeks, and for some time in the future, I also pray for those who do not have a door or gate to protect them. ​​

Therefore, I offer this prayer for us as we turn toward our beloved Savior, the Shepherd of Our Souls:  

In peace and humility,
we pray to You, Most Merciful One.
Show us your ways,
and bring us to delight
in your paths of mercy, charity, and compassion,
O Lord of Life.
May we enter your gate with joy,
and be gathered within your pastures of plenty.

Let us never seek pardon without penitence,
clemency without contrition,
reprieve without redress
for the injury we have inflicted.
With You, O Shepherd, is abundant grace
and ample forgiveness
for those who acknowledge their fault,
and seek a new path of healing
and amendment of life.

Let us throw open the windows of our hearts
and pull back the curtains of our fears,
that we may rejoice
in the steadfast light and love of Christ,
a balm for the spirit and an aid for the weary.

Love, Hope, Truth, Compassion,
in all your beauty and tenderness,
take a walk with us
and guide us ever deeper
into dedication and service
in the Name of the Redeemer
and Lover of Our Souls.

May the flame of your Spirit, O God,
be kindled within the hearths of our hearts,
and may we burn brightly with truth and love.
God Our Refuge and Stronghold,
extend the hand of your mercy over all who seek You,
and grant your peace to those we now name.
Amen.

This was first published at Episcopal Cafe's Speaking to the Soul on May 7, 2020.

Friday, May 1, 2020

Prayer 2651


In peace, we rest in You, O God;
In hope, we lift up our hearts,
safe within your gracious pasture,
in the shelter of your healing hand.

Early in the morning we rest in You, 
O God who calls us to stillness
as a mother soothes her fretting child.

Your love is a balm to the soul, O Strong One,
and your constant presence a salve to the spirit.

May we spend this day meditating upon your promises,
O Life-Giving Spirit,
O Womb of Creation,
O Creating and Compassionate One.

Turn our hearts toward those around us, Lord Christ,
and lead us in your way of peace.
Make us a blessing this day
to the seeking and the vulnerable,
and lead us in tenderness and mercy
in response to the light you call into being in all.

Extend the awning of your help to all who call out to You,
O Lord Our Shepherd,
and grant the blessing of your grace to all those for whom we pray.

Amen.

Monday, April 27, 2020

Prayer 2647: A Prayer of the Sheep at the Gate (John 10:1-10)


In peace and humility,
we pray to You, Most Merciful One.
Show us your ways,
and bring us to delight
in your paths of mercy, charity, and compassion,
O Lord of Life.
May we enter your gate with joy,
and be gathered within your pastures of plenty.

Let us never seek pardon without penitence,
clemency without contrition,
reprieve without redress for the injury we have inflicted.
With You, O Shepherd,
is abundant grace and ample forgiveness 
for those who acknowledge their fault,
and seek a new path of healing
and amendment of life.

Let us throw open the windows of our hearts
and pull back the curtains of our fears,
that we may rejoice
in the steadfast light and love of Christ,
a balm for the spirit and an aid for the weary.

Love, Hope, Truth, Compassion,
in all your beauty and tenderness,
take a walk with us
and guide us ever deeper
into dedication and service
in the Name of the Redeemer
and Lover of Our Souls.

May the flame of your Spirit, O God,
be kindled within the hearths of our hearts,
and may we burn brightly with truth and love.
God Our Refuge and Stronghold,
extend the hand of your mercy over all who seek You,
and grant your peace to those we now name.

Amen.

Sunday, May 12, 2019

Better Sheep: Sermon for the 4th Sunday of Easter C (Shepherd Sunday)



We all know today’s psalm. We’ve heard it in movies and on TV shows and at funerals. We've heard it in funerals in movies and on TV. We’ve prayed it in times of stress, or maybe, as I often do, to go to sleep at night. Although most of us go automatically to the KJV of it, with its magisterial language, translators are continually rewording it, trying to get the nuances of the psalm right.

For instance, listen to these different interpretations of the first verse alone:
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. (NKJV)
Yahweh is my shepherd; I lack nothing, (New Jerusalem)
O God, You are my shepherd; I shall not be in want. (St. Helena Psalter)
O my Beloved, You are my shepherd, I shall not want; (Nan C. Merrill, Psalms for Praying)
The Lord takes care of me as his sheep; I will not be without any good thing. (Bible in Basic English) 
God is my Shepherd! I don’t need a thing! (The Message)

Just this year, Robert Alter completed his sweeping translation and commentary of the entire Hebrew Scriptures, and his version goes like this:

The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
In grass meadows He makes me lie down,
by quiet waters guides me.
My life He brings back.
He leads me on pathways of justice
for His name’s sake.
Though I walk in the vale of death’s shadow,
I fear no harm,
For You are with me.
Your rod and Your staff—
It is they that console me.
You set out a table before me
in the face of my foes.
You moisten my head with oil,
my cup overflows.
Let but goodness and kindness pursue me
all the days of my life.
And I shall dwell in the house of the LORD
for many long days.(1)

The image of the shepherd who is devoted to his or her flock is an image for leadership and governance throughout scriptures. When it is applied to God, it becomes yet another startling metaphor for its listeners, who knew that shepherds were humble folk, and most of the time when we think of God, “humble” doesn’t immediately come to mind. But maybe it should.


Too often, we think of God and emphasize might, power, vengeance. Smiting. I love that scene in Bruce Almighty when an infuriated Bruce yells up at heaven, “Smite me, O mighty SMITERRR!” Of course, he then gets smacked by a semi, but only so that he and God can have a talk—so he will stop bleating long enough to listen TO the Shepherd’s voice.

God’s insistence on being associated with the concerned, caring shepherd who knows us intimately and loves us deeply is one that we need to hear and treasure no matter how many times we have heard those words in the 23rd Psalm or every year during the Great 50 Days of Easter. Notice, though, that God goes from being talked about in the third person to be addressed personally in the second parson a third of the way in. This is a personal relationship. But you’ll notice that the relationship isn’t just one way—it’s up to the sheep to follow the shepherd, not wander too far off, listen when he or she calls.

I have written daily prayers for nearly every day for almost seven years now, and several times I have written prayers based on the 23rd Psalm. One of the ones that I have written that has gotten shared the most is this one, because I wrote it with that mutual nature of the relationship in mind:

O Lord, You are our shepherd;
help us to be better sheep.

When You give us green pastures,
help us to be grateful and not refuse to eat.

When You lead us beside still waters,
help us quiet our souls and be refreshed.

When our cups run over,
help us not to obsess about the mess
but shout for joy at the abundance
you give us always. 

When You lead us to right pathways,
help us not to be hardheaded and go astray.

When we are in the darkest valley,
help us to remember that You are ALWAYS with us.

When you spread a table before us
in the presence of our enemies,
help us invite them to join us,
that their hearts may be turned by love.

Help us to stop bleating long enough
to hear Your voice calling us to You.

May we remember that your goodness and mercy
follow all of us all the days of our lives.
Amen.

In our gospel reading, we again hear Jesus describe his followers as sheep—last week, Jesus told Peter three times to care for or feed Jesus’s sheep as a sign of Peter’s love for Jesus. Sheep that know their shepherd’s voice and recognize it as the voice of one who will do anything to save them. We NEED to remember that—especially when we feel lost, or not good enough. The voice of the one who loves us is always calling for us, but especially at times like those.


I love that image of the shepherd—because it’s another metaphor for God that isn’t necessarily male. In fact, it definitely has a certain mothering quality to it, one I hope we have all experienced and we have all emulated for someone else in our lives, whether we are actual mothers or not, whether our mothers are with us or not, whether our mothers were always there for us or not. Hearing the voice of love, with tender love and care, calling us back from where we have gotten lost.

So I have a story to share. I had just transferred from the middle school to the high school, and was asked to come up early in the summer to meet with some of my colleagues to discuss some curricular matters. But I had no one to watch my kids, so I brought them with me. Of course, one of them wandered off while I was in another room for a couple of minutes. And I didn’t know the building. Practically no staff was there. It was a brutally hot day. So after making sure that there was no pool in which my child could drown, I began going all over the building looking high and low for my child, while my one colleague watched my other two kids.

It seemed to go on forever. I went around the building on the outside (106 degrees!) and on the inside, calling my child’s name. I was finally at the point where I was going to call the police. There was one hallway that I had already been in, and it was hot because the air conditioning was shut off in it. Surely she wouldn’t have gone in there—it was miserable. I called my child’s name… and heard a tiny, reedy noise. But I knew that voice. My child knew my voice—and I knew hers. She had gotten locked in at the end of the hallway and could not get out of the stairwell, and thankfully wasn’t strong enough to open the door to the outside, where there was construction and traffic and a quarry beyond the back fence. I was so grateful-- and furious-- but mostly grateful.

When I finally got to my child, I asked her why she hadn’t answered me, and she said she hadn’t heard me because she was so busy calling my name. My much louder voice had cancelled hers out, but she kept calling me, because she knew I would not give up. And, oh, the relief once I had found her. She was my child.


The next morning as I was praying the Daily Office, I was struck by this image in verse 7 of Psalm 95:
For he is our God,
and we are the people of his pasture,
and the sheep of his hand.
O that today you would listen to his voice!

It is through the Shepherd’s voice that we are saved—together, as one flock, supporting each other. Salvation means being protected in the hand of Jesus, to be in his grip, never to be snatched away or pried loose. And we can support each other in trusting in that promise, in having faith enough to share when others are faltering.

This being what is known as “Shepherd Sunday,” we are reminded that Jesus’s sheep know him and his voice, the same way my daughter knew my voice even behind two locked doors. But this recognition works both ways. Jesus knows his sheep—and the sheep know Jesus. The joy that Jesus feels when some of his lost sheep are returned to him, as he describes in Luke 15:4-7, always makes me think of that tear-filled little voice echoing down a hot hallway after being lost for what felt like an eternity.

Maybe some of us don’t have these feeling of being lost—but I know many of us do, at one time or another. We may let our sense of loss and sometimes shame keep us from being able to listen to that loving voice of our shepherd calling to us, loving us no matter what. That’s one of the roles that communities of faith play—they aren’t a place where we are expected to be perfect. They are meant to be a place where we feel safe enough to come as we are, confess where we have gone astray, and then help each other hear that loving voice calling us back home.

As I continue to grieve the loss of Rachel Held Evans, I have been rereading her works, and this is what she says about that tendency we have to let the bleating voice drown out the voice of welcome, of love, and forgiveness that our shepherd uses to call to us. She talked about the blessing that communities of faith play in being supportive and safe, in accepting each other but also encouraging each other at the same time. In Searching for Sunday, she wrote:


We Christians don’t get to send our lives through the rinse cycle before showing up to church. We come as we are—no hiding, no acting, no fear. We come with our materialism, our pride, our petty grievances against our neighbors, our hypocritical disdain for those judgmental people in the church next door. We come with our fear of death, our desperation to be loved, our troubled marriages, our persistent doubts…. We come with our addictions—to substances, to work, to affirmation, to control, to food. We come with our differences, be they political, theological, racial, or socioeconomic. We come in search of sanctuary, a safe place to shed the masks and exhale.(2)

Many of us have experienced times when we have felt that God is far from us. Or we may feel that way due to the scars and wounds the world has inflicted upon us. We may feel unloved and unlovable, and treat ourselves as disposable- or allow others to treat us that way. It’s important to remember though, that it is not God who has wandered off.


A shepherd waterspout in Paris
But if we still ourselves, if we can stop our tremulous crying out just for a moment, we can hear the voice of the One Who Loves Us calling to us, welcoming us home, assuring us that we can never be snatched out of his hand, not even by our own wandering away, not even by the hurts that the world may inflict upon us. None of that matters. Listen-- the voice of Love calls to us, and holds us fast within his hand.

O Lord, You are our shepherd;
help us to be better sheep
And to listen for your voice.

Amen.

Preached at the 505 on May 11, and the 8:00 and the 10:15 on May 12, 2019, at St. Martin's Episcopal Church, Ellisville.

Readings:
Psalm 23
John 10:22-30

Sources:
(1) Robert Alter, The Hebrew Bible: A Translation with Commentary, vol 3, The Writings, pp. 70-71.
(2) Rachel Held Evans, Searching for Sunday: Loving, Leaving, and Finding the Church, p. 77.