Showing posts with label New Testament. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Testament. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Reading the Acts of the Apostles in 30 Days


I've been really craving the Word lately, but all of the reading plans I found were something like "read the Bible in 30 seconds!" and I feel like all I have is time right now, so I wanted something a little lower-pressure. So I made my own to share with you. I hope you'll join me! 



Day 1 - 1–1:26 - Transition: reprise of the preface addressed to Theophilus and the closing events of the gospel

Petrine Christianity: the Jewish church from Jerusalem to Antioch (Acts 2:1–12:25)

2:1–8:1 – beginnings in Jerusalem

Day 2 - 2:1-47
Day 3 - 3:1-26
Day 4 - 4:1-37
Day 5 - 5:1-42
Day 6 - 6:1-15
Day 7 - 7:1-8:1 

Day 8 - 8:2–40 – the church expands to Samaria and beyond

Day 9 - 9:1–31 – conversion of Paul

9:32–12:25 – the conversion of Cornelius, and the formation of the Antioch church

Day 10 - 9:32-43
Day 11 - 10:1-48
Day 12 - 11:1-30 
Day 13 - 12:1-25

Pauline Christianity: the Gentile mission from Antioch to Rome (Acts 13:1–28:21)

13:1–14:28 – the Gentile mission is promoted from Antioch

Day 14 - 13:1-52
Day 15 - 14:1-28

Day 16 - 15:1–35 – the Gentile mission is confirmed in Jerusalem

15:36–28:31 – the Gentile mission, climaxing in Paul's passion story in Rome (21:17–28:31)

Day 17 - 15:36-41
Day 18 - 16:1-40
Day 19 - 17:1-34
Day 20 - 18:1-28 
Day 21 - 19:1-41 
Day 22 - 20:1-38
Day 23 - 21:1-40 
Day 24 - 22:1-30
Day 25 - 23:1-35 
Day 26 - 24:1-27
Day 27 - 25:1-27
Day 28 - 26:1-32 
Day 29 - 27:1-44 
Day 30 - 28:1-31 

Thursday, June 13, 2019

We are all one - Redeemer Episcopal Church


John 17:20-26

20”I ask not only on behalf of these, but also on behalf of those who will believe in me through their word, 21that they may all be one. As you, Father, are in me and I am in you, may they also be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me. 22The glory that you have given me I have given them, so that they may be one, as we are one, 23I in them and you in me, that they may become completely one, so that the world may know that you have sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.

24Father, I desire that those also, whom you have given me, may be with me where I am, to see my glory, which you have given me because you loved me before the foundation of the world. 25“Righteous Father, the world does not know you, but I know you; and these know that you have sent me. 26I made your name known to them, and I will make it known, so that the love with which you have loved me may be in them, and I in them.”


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If you would like to listen to this sermon (with infusions from the Spirit), you can find it at the link here



Grace and peace to you, from God the holy one, who is one with Christ as Christ is one with us so that we might be one with each other. Amen. 


The season of Easter is very strange. We have the amazing Easter celebration with the trumpets and lilies, then for several weeks after that, we go back in the story and hear gospel lessons about the time before Jesus’ death and resurrection. 

This is a particularly strange time in the liturgical calendar because it is after the feast of the ascension, which we celebrated on Thursday, but before the Pentecost. Jesus is no longer on earth with the disciples, but the Holy Spirit has not yet come. But for some reason, we find ourselves reading about before Jesus death and resurrection and ascension this Sunday.

That’s exactly what’s happening in this text— for several chapters, Jesus has been issuing his final farewell to the disciples before Passover and during his final meal with them. 

For almost four chapters, he gives them encouraging words, instructions, and exhortations. But in chapter 17, there is a shift. Jesus goes from talking to the disciples to looking up to heaven and addressing his father. Jesus starts praying. 

When I was in youth and campus ministry in Ohio, I was meeting at a restaurant with a student who had just started her first year of college and was home on break. She was discerning a call to ministry and needed someone to talk through it with. We talked for nearly three hours, to the great frustration of the restaurant workers. When we got up to leave, she said, “as you can see… I have a lot of discernment to do and many decisions to make. Will you pray for me?” 

I said, yes of course I would pray for her and gave her a hug. She hesitated and said, “no— I mean, will you pray for me right now. Here.” And she sat back down. Now, at that point in my ministry, I didn’t *love* praying aloud and I certainly didn’t like to doing it without any sort of preparation or warning. But I pulled my chair back around, sat down right across from her, clasped her hands in mind, put my forehead to hers, and prayed for a half an hour.

If you’ve ever had anyone pray for you aloud and in person, you know that it is vulnerable, and wonderful, and oftentimes exactly what your heart and spirit need in that moment. 

In this gospel lesson, Jesus has stopped giving instructions to his friends and starts praying aloud for them. And I think this is especially important to remember. 

When I first read the lesson this morning, I scoffed at the audacity of Jesus’ words. Jesus says things like, “So that they may be one. So that they may be completely one.” If this was still instruction or exhortation from Jesus, we’d be failing pretty terribly at being one people. But it’s not instruction. It’s a prayer. 

When Jesus asks his father that we may be one, it is not so much a command for us to follow as it is a description for us to remember. 

It reminds me of a math problem in high school, but I was never really very good at math, so I hope this is a little easier to grasp. 

Because Christ came into the world to walk and eat and be with us, we are one with Christ. And because Christ is one with God, we are also one with God. And if all of us are one with Christ and God, it means that we are all one with each other. We have all been grafted into the same family tree. 

That’s what it means when we are washed in the waters of baptism. It means that our own family lines don’t matter anymore. It means that we have died and we are raised with Christ. It means that when we eat the body and drink the blood of Christ, we are now one with Christ. His body and blood are in us. Which means we all share the same body and blood. 

And I know that most of this sounds metaphorical, but I don’t mean it only as metaphorical. And I think we recognize that in the most intimate moments of our lives. When we bury our friends and our family, like we have done so often these past few months, we recognize that we are not grieving alone. We are not hurting alone. The whole body of Christ, as one body, grieves together. 

Thursday night I attended the ordination of a new deacon at Christ Church, and even though I didn’t know him or most of the clergy and folx there, I was able to rejoice with them because we are all one. 

We do this in our prayers every Sunday too, we pray for people we don’t know or who don’t know us. People who are far away, or long gone. Just as Jesus prayed that evening in the presence of the disciples. Because he was not just praying to his father for the disciples, but he was praying on behalf of those who will believe in me through the disciples’ word. All of us. On the eve of his crucifixion, our Lord and savior prayed for you and me and everyone who would come to believe in him because of the witness of the disciples. Because we are one. We are one. There is no such thing as “us” and “them.” 

And that is difficult to hear because we live in a world of “us” and “them.” We are actively trying to emphasize the “us-ness” and “them-ness” in the world. 

Us, the Episcopalians, and them. 
Us, the Floridians, and them. 
Us, the Christians, and them. 
Us, the Americans, and them. 
Us, the Republicans or Democrats, or citizens, or wealthy, or liberals, or conservatives, or men, or women, or worthy, or pure, or pious, or stable, or well-adjusted. And them. 

But Jesus says that we are one. There is no “us” and “them.” Only God’s children. Only those who have died and been raised in Christ’s death and resurrection. Only those who have been grafted into God’s promise of salvations through Christ Jesus. There is only one body, one people, all together different and the same. 

And even though this isn’t a command or instruction from Jesus, I wonder what would it would look like if we started acting like we were one.

What would the world be if we felt the pain and suffering, the joy and liberation of everyone in the world? 

We are one, whether we like it or not. When one person in the body is suffering, we all suffer. When one celebrates, we all celebrate. Civil rights activist Fannie Lou Hamer said “Nobody’s free until everybody’s free.” 

Just like Paul and Silas in the story in Acts, when they broke free of their shackles, everyone broke free of their shackles. 

It is imperative that we begin living like we believe that we have all been created in God’s image and that in Christ’s life, death, resurrection, and ascension, we are all one. Otherwise, we are not able to enjoy the truth of the resurrection and the gift of the Holy Spirit— the truth that God is still with us, among us, within each of us, and in the face of each person on this earth. 

And next week, we get to hear that story and witness that truth firsthand— in Pentecost. So stay tuned for the next part of the story— it gets even better. Amen. 



This sermon was originally preached by me, Rev. Sarah Locke, at Redeemer Episcopal Church on June 2, 2019. 

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Growing Pains

I don't know if any of my friends have noticed it, but the past year has been a trying one for me. I have had to grow up quickly and sometimes unwillingly.  I've had to deal with heartache, loss, and a lot of changes that I'm not sure I was ready for. To top it all off, God decided I was going to start a whole other roller coaster called seminary. As if I needed more reasons to be emotional and moody.

I'm having some issues (try not to laugh too hard) with growing up.

A lot of people go through this phase when they are in high school. They want independence but safety.  They want their own car to go wherever they want but they want mom and dad to pay for it and fix it if it breaks. They want to do what they want when they want, just as long their parents keep paying for their recreations.

I didn't really go through that phase too hard in high school.  Even when I was a senior getting ready to leave my parents' house, I wasn't going crazy with rebellion. I am thankful that my parents never drowned my brother and I with house rules and regulations. We have pretty awesome parents.

I had some fun in college, but I knew I had about two or three years to play around until I got really serious about life. My parents paid for some things, but I was working and school was all paid for by scholarships and loans. I didn't have any huge responsibilities.

Well, I have been out of school for a year now and I am just now starting to figure out what it means to be an adult. And, um, I don't like it.

I am having to say goodbye to my best friends on a pretty regular basis. And I'm tired of it. I am surrounded by people getting engaged and married and trying not be jealous. I see people going on mission trips while I barely have money to pay my car insurance and it sucks. I am nervous about the future because I don't know exactly where God is taking me or how I am going to get there. I miss my parents and my brother and the rest of my family. I miss my churches in Ohio. And I'm just tired of it all.

It's times like this when I really wish the Gospels included years 10 through 30 of Jesus' life. What kind of issues did He deal with? He experienced all of our want for sin, right? Was He tempted to get drunk with His best friends? Did He have to learn how to get a job and pay the bills? Was He the best man at any of His friends' weddings? Did He ever fight with His parents? Did He have to do His own laundry?

Some of my favorite parts of the New Testament are when Jesus seems really human. He cries. He is tempted by the devil (and resists). He mourns the loss of His friends. He sleeps.

I wish I knew something more, though. Am I asking for too much? Probably. But I wish I knew how Jesus dealt with getting older and leaving His parents and His friends. Was He just content because He knew traveling and preaching was His destiny? Did He have divine comfort because of the God part of Him? He would be a homeless, poor traveler for His entire life. Was He nervous?

I want to know because if I knew Jesus was nervous and went through the same things that I am dealing with now, I might not feel so sorry for myself. I might be able to look to stories about Our Savior and how He said goodbye to His mother before He went out to preach. Or how He fought with His earthly father Joseph or His little brother James.

Give me 21 year old Jesus and all of his adolescent craziness. Then maybe my life won't feel like it is in shambles.


Friday, June 21, 2013

This I (sort of) Believe

Lately, I have been thinking a lot about the difference between what we want to believe and what we actually do believe.

And it has been tearing me apart.


I want to believe a lot of things:

I want to believe that humanity is good at heart.
I want to believe that people who do cruel things are the exception, not the rule.
I want to believe that the government is going to protect our rights.
I want to believe that the God of today is more like the God of the New Testament and less like the God of the Old Testament.
I want to believe that when bad things happen it is not always because God is teaching us a lesson.
I want to believe that the financial insecurity of being a pastor will not interfere with my plans for a family and a future.
I want to believe that I can be without luxuries and not complain.
I want to believe that there are many more good people than hurtful people in the world.

I want to believe these things. I'm not sure I'm quite there yet. Social media and mainstream media hurts my beliefs in many ways. The news likes to reports all of the "oh no's" of the world, not the "oh yeses!"  I think it hurts a lot of people's faith, not just mine. It is hard being an upbeat Christian when much of the world around you seems to be saying that everything is going wrong and people are cruel.

With school shootings, kidnapping, and genocide, it is really hard to look at humanity and believe that it is really a nice group with which to be associated. I don't want to be a part of this fallen world, but the reality is that I am. And as a part of it, I am constantly searching for that small bit of hope in a world that is telling me there is none. I think many people in the older generation don't believe the children and grandchildren they raised can be joyful in a world of despair. I think it is hard for everyone in every generation. But I think our generation is more willing to look for what gives us hope. We won't take "despair" for an answer.

On this day, when I learned that one of my childhood best friends committed suicide... I'm looking for hope. I'm looking for something to cling to. I'm looking for joy in the midst of sorrow.

Jesus is my hope.

Jesus is what turns my "I want to believe" into "I really do believe" on a daily basis. My faith is small and still growing, so my hope is not always as well-developed as I would like it to be. But it is there. Jesus is the reason my psychological assessment reads, "she often views the world through rose-colored glasses." Jesus is my rose-colored glasses.

I DO believe that God has a plan for my life and for the lives of everyone in this world.
I DO believe that I can learn from the mistakes that I have made as well as the mistakes of others.
I DO believe that although we are fallen, God has given us new hope in the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.
I DO believe that my gifts and my call has led me to seminary this fall, despite and because of everything that this life has put me through.
I DO believe that I am saved.
I DO believe that everyone in the entire world is saved.

That is what I cling to. Don't we deserve a little hope in a world that seems to be falling apart around us? Don't we deserve to be called "beloved?"

Thursday, March 28, 2013

I'm done with Lent.

I have never suffered through the Lenten season like I did this year.

It wasn't because of what I gave up. I actually forgot about coffee on most days until I was at Jacob's Porch and everyone had a cup in his or her hand.  I've gotten used to fasting throughout the past few months.

Maybe it's because I'm older. But I think it is more because God was actively changing my heart during this time.

I am so ready to rejoice in the empty tomb.  I am so ready to shout "Alleluia!" and "Jesus is risen!"

Why?

Because I've been mourning the entire season of Lent. And honestly, I'm tired of it. I've been meditating on what it means for Christ to die for our sins. To die a sinner and criminal for things He never even did. And I hate it. I hate that He had to die for me. I wish I could change it.

But at the same time I know I wouldn't.

As hurt as I have felt through Lent this year, I know that it is only a brief moment of grief before Jesus is risen from the grave.  I know that the tomb is empty.  And I rejoice so much in that.

But I can fully rejoice at the empty tomb only because I have been mourning at the foot of the cross for a month and a half. It has felt so heavy - heavier than it has ever felt in my life.

But after three days He rose again...

So on Sunday we can shout, " Alleluia! He is Risen!"

Friday, February 8, 2013

Mission: New Testament

As a general rule, I don't knit. I'm not a knitter. But everyone at Jacob's Porch was trying it out last winter so that we could provide some of the homeless guys with warm hats and scarves for Christmas.

I was on my seventh scarf of the winter (my goal was five) when we were sitting on the couches at Jacob's Porch and chatting.  "I need to set higher goals for myself," I said to our worship leader, Jenny. Without missing a beat, she replied.

"Do you read the Bible every day?"

Crap. 

"Um, I was actually talking about knitting scarves."


She smiled, shrugged, and went back to typing emails.

Uh thanks, Jesus. Way to kick me right in the teeth. 

I finished the scarf that afternoon and went home to call Ronnie and tell him what Jenny had said.


"She has a point."

Um, HELLO, boyfriend. You're supposed to be on my side, not messing up my brain like Jenny does on a regular basis. 

Thus began our mission to read the New Testament. Yes, our mission. If Ronnie was going to agree with Jenny, then he was going to go through this with me. (As if it is torture, right?) 


Since then, we have read about one book every week (sometimes doubling up when the books got short) and have taken time out of the week to discuss the books over Skype or on the phone.  We completed the New Testament two weeks ago. Right before we started fasting together. (Yes, fasting together.) It's safe to say it has completely changed our relationship.

When I told Jenny what we did and told her that it was seriously effecting our relationship she replied with some sarcasm.

"You mean you put Jesus at the center of your relationship and it changed everything? NO WAY!"

My challenge to you: read the New Testament if you haven't already. If you've read it, find someone close to you and read it again as a pair (or a group). It might just change your life.