Sunday, August 27, 2017

Gracious Formations; Sermon for Sunday, August 27th, 2017 by: Rev. Nicole A.M. Collins, OSST


Coming this November, it will be literally ten years ago that Phil and I, saw the Grand Canyon. This was going out to meet his folks, for the first time, in Arizona.  It was also my first time visiting Arizona, ever.  I frankly never saw anything like that before. The artist in me took something like 1,200 photographs—God bless digital cameras! But then, I’m still in awe of living near the Red Canyon Mountains here! I think even seeing how the rain clouds form and expel rain are beautiful and incredible!  The Grand Canyon is a great witness to God’s natural, creative activity in the world.  Scientists still debate its exact origins of how it was created.  Nonetheless, we could fairly say that they are truly God’s gracious formations in nature.

Gracious formations take time, when it comes to humanity, to confess the revelation that God has spoken to our hearts, (the first and most important church), to truly hear! One of the insights from a lot of reading and discussion, I was doing this past week had a sad revelation to communicate—are we willfully letting the light of the Gospel begin to grow dim?  What an awful and depressing thought!  I would hope that we still give credence, to being hope-filled, instead of being skeptical and too immersed in the dark voices that try to shout down, the reality of the Gospel, and the truth that God is not only still speaking, but He has never stopped! Yes, I do love that slogan.  God is always speaking, period!

St. Paul’s message this week gives us the greatest jolt of hopefulness, as well as encourages us, what we should focus on above the chains and oppression, of the world and its’ all too often, dim outlook.  He says most beautifully: “2Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your minds, so that you may discern what is the will of God—what is good and acceptable and perfect.”  Amen, I say!  Thanks be to God for his encouragement, that in my heart, sounds timeless and most faith-filled! This one verse holds as much spiritual optimism for me, as does my favorite Psalm’s verse which some of you have seen in my email, this is Psalm 69:32— “Let the Oppressed see it, and be Glad; You who seek God, let your hearts revive!” 

The funny thing about that Psalm, in particular, is that’s probably the most positive verse out of that entire Psalm.  The rest of the Psalm reveals the author’s “angst” about not only his sense of feeling worldly oppression, but being shaken down to that fragile core of the “rock” of our faith—the heart (where God works or should I say, works upon). Both of this week’s Old Testament lessons, Psalm 138 & Isaiah 51 shout out above the anxiety and oppression that they felt during that time of human history, in essence, to declare with great faith and hope, that God’s love and purpose is indeed delivering and encouraging them onward. They needed to, seek it however, they needed to keep their eyes, ears and hearts open to God.

I don’t think though, that we do a “where’s Waldo” search, for God enough… Our lives are too cluttered, and our days, sometimes, or all too often, lose their way on God’s trail, mapped out for our own Spiritual Formation.  The perfection that both Jesus and St. Paul are talking about today have nothing to do with our earthly sense of “perfection” at all.  In fact, this perfection or development is 100% spiritually attuned to allowing the Holy Spirit to do its miracle grow on the seed of the New Nature planted within us.  This New Nature seed is one, we are called by God to reap naturally as the fruit of faith from an abundant Grace given. This was by no means a cheap Grace given, but one most costly as we must spiritually receive as being priceless and boundless in the heart, the first church.

There is so much that God’s Grace tries to teach us.  This instruction is preached to the heart by God’s Word.  This very statement I make from my own witness, as we all have our own witness, to hopefully hearing God’s Living Word, and allowing ourselves to be most truly transformed by it!  One of the insights from reading for my doctoral class, this whole past week about the quote “new secular age” growing, more or less out of control in the world, was that this one author claimed that people are not connecting and seeing or finding spiritual transcendence from the Gospel as it was most naturally meant, intended to do.  What a tragic movement for a quote progressive 21st century culture to have evolved?”  Both of those thoughts, the light growing dim and becoming “disenchanted” with the meaning and purpose of life given by God, almost brought me to tears, honestly. 

Elton John’s song—'Don’t let the Sun go down on me,’ I think we need to hear as Christians being—‘Don’t let the “Son” go down and out of your faith.’ Faith takes work, it’s like going to the gym. Many of us can be like Homer Simpson and say what’s a Guyime? That was his pronunciation of it…  A spiritual gym is what we need to be concerned with from today’s lessons.  This spiritual gym requires us to believe, receive, incorporate and share.  You’ve seen me demonstrate that before, it is a learning nugget gift I received from the pastor I studied under, Pastor Eric.  This was his summary of coming to understand how we are called to exercise our faith. I frankly, think it makes the clearest observation of exercising faith.

Exercise is not to be mistaken with exorcise… which, what has been going on in the world lately, in regard to activities, seems to allude to the need for God’s help to eliminate evil… Oppression, in any form, is the tragic downfall of the human spirit losing its battle against evil’s temptations upon our willfulness, by offering shallow solutions or “empty promises” and the delusion of ultimate control, and advancement. We are not serving one another, the way God intended for us to do, which requires exercising our faith as our spiritual gifts learned from and earned by Grace being: compassion, selflessness, kindness, innocence, extravagant welcome and truly, truthfully and most importantly through brotherly love that comes unshackled of agenda, ideology of the self, and is abundantly shared.

When I was just starting to do field education in seminary through different parishes, Pastor Dawson told me that the best thing I could do to truly learn what serving other selflessly and most graciously, would be to take a job at the customer service center at a Kohl’s or a Walmart.  I never took that advice, literally, but imagined humorously how we approach people in those circumstances.  Probably many of you drift to an old Saturday Night live episode or think of that infamous scene from Seinfeld where people are coming up to carefully give their order to the “soup Nazi,” who if you recall that episode, if you got one thing wrong—he would yell: “no soup for you!”  More often the reverse happens and people are notably sharp and hostile to those behind the counter, for some reason or another.

Putting on or exercising that New Natured faith, is hard stuff.  It takes the heart to keep open, to hearing God telling you to keep the faith by discipling the self into loving responses to “bad behavior” or bad ideas.  This is what I do:  Ok, pushing the 3rd eye back in, and now I’m going to be New Nature!  Trust me, it’s a lot harder than it looks!  Wouldn’t it be wonderful, if we could muster up that rock-solid faith that is in there, within us, to just turn it on, and turn off, the willfulness of the Old Nature? We are too scared to make bold confessions like Peter today in the world, without worrying about persecution and misunderstanding of what is a Christian.

What is a Christian?  A Christian is someone whose discipleship has confirmed and confessed that Jesus is the Christ—the Messiah, Son of the Living God, whose Living Word is commissioned to us to carry and share!  The other day I saw a disturbing post on social media claiming that a gnostic Gospel, the Gospel of Barnabas, discovery says that Jesus was never crucified.  Josephus, the earliest and most accurate historian of the early church declares that is not true.  The whole story of Josephus and his writings are, in itself, a fantastic testimony of history and faith.   This man was commissioned by the Romans, to disprove and debunk, the early growth of Christianity known back then, as the “Way,” but what we came to learn from his observations, they did and accomplished, the complete opposite!  Next to St. Paul as our great faith-filled witness to the Holy Spirit in church planting, discipleship and developing an understanding of faith being “theology,” we owe a lot to Josephus’ unknowing witness to the truth of the greatest story ever told.

The greatest story ever told, is the Gospel, its firm foundation begins with Christ at its center and the solid ground it stands or falls upon is the heart.  Peter’s character we will come to see from many lessons throughout scripture was challenged by his developing faith.  The Gospel we hear from this morning is before his infamous caving into fear and denying Jesus to those seeking to round up and torture Jesus’ disciples.  He was chicken, welcome to the many problems of human nature—its willfulness and frailty.  Keeping the fire of faith burning in the heart is hard stuff, yet alone being brave with your faith. 

Speaking for my own journey, this picture I’m sharing here this morning, is one I have next to my bed to wake up and see every day.  It is the beautiful altar piece painting that is in St. Catherine of Sienna’s monastery in Europe.  I don’t know what it is to this painting, but for me it always encourages me and I feel God is speaking through this beautiful portrait, to keep on truckin.’ Keep on truckin’ with the ups and downs of trying to navigate a messy faith journey.  Keep on truckin’ together as the Body to serve the Gospel by bearing it and sharing it in all that you say, do and example in the story of your life.  Be a rock for others to cling to in seeing the beauty and awesome power of God active as love, peace, mercy and most importantly graciousness. 

Let us Pray,
Gracious God of love and life,
Continue to help us conform to Your Gospel, and not that of the world’s
Help us to truly be, live enchantment and grow encouraged, transformed and renewed daily by Your Living, life-giving Word.  May we never let Your loving light of Grace grow dim in our hearts. May we live a triumphant faith for Your glory and Kingdom come. AMEN



August 27th,2017; Twelfth Sunday after Pentecost; Proper 16; Year A; SOLA Lectionary
Sermon by: Reverend Nicole A.M. Collins, OSST
Psalm 138; Isaiah 51:1-6; Romans 11:33—12:8; Matthew 16:13-20







 The link below is to this sermon's delivery at First Congregational Church at 9:30am

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Our Hearts Matter; Sermon for Sunday August 20th, 2017 by: Rev. Nicole A.M. Collins, OSST


I don’t think many people realize how many things a Pastor takes in, in order to spiritually synthesize a message?  Beyond starting most often, literally when I get back home, on a given Sunday, the Holy Spirit grabs you in taking on and internalizing the Word, in order for the Truth, to be truly revealed.  This week held so much, spiritually, I would liken this message to what perhaps the prangs of childbirth, must feel like.  My heart has been weighed down with much sadness and worry about where we are and how we are living into being God’s children.

This week’s Gospel begins with Jesus laying into the Pharisees for their blatant cold hearts turned towards a false and showy legal piety to God at best.  The Gospel ends with a beautiful note of one’s persistent humbling and amazing faith to have Jesus truly break the boundaries of the current culture’s perspective on people… to graciously and abundantly heal the spiritual divide between all cultures, persons abroad.

In regards to, the notion of something being persistent, this image, that I am sharing from a really old textbook that I studied from in my studies as an Artist, started haunting me in connection to not only these texts but all that has been weighing in my heart from this week’s worldly activities abroad.  This is the painting by Spanish, 19th Century artist, Francesco Goya called ‘Saturn devouring his children.’  Pretty gruesome isn’t it?  Basically, the myth is, that he felt he had to devour each and everyone of his children, at birth, for the fear that they would rise up, and steal his throne and powers he had amassed.

To him, Saturn, this was the only logical solution to keeping his ego, his rewards and many possessions intact…. He really wasn’t think much at all about cause and effect or better put—what goes around comes around.  Look at his expression, can you hear his heart wrestling with this evil, he has justified, and is literally committing!  We don’t yet see tears in this painting but wonder.  Yesterday I saw a bust of Abraham Lincoln that was greatly desecrated.  It was also a horrible memory to see in a flash of the moment, the tomb of Emmit Louis Till, desecrated a few years back at a Chicago-area cemetery. This act was committed by corrupt managers, who basically, illegally tried to resell his and many other unknown victims’ gravesites for profit.

Both situations were complex but the evil done, not so much.  Abe Lincoln was a “Republican,” Emmit Till was the innocent victim of a hideous, lynching murder…  Both are victims of self-righteous, justified ignorance!  Ignorance has certainly NOT been bliss, the last several months happening globally abroad.  Though so much has been distorted and so much evil has raised its ugly power, that we can’t see the truth beyond what we want to hear or “agree” with.  The existentialist in me, yes, that $20 dollar word again, simply being the deep thinking of the reality of being and purpose…. Joined partners with the Holy Spirit to see and feel this Goya painting as our spiritual internal “blackhole” within us when we most willfully and most arrogantly justify ourselves, our little all-too-important universe over and above not only God’s Grace, but His love for us!  How dare we?  But then, this has been going on since the days of Adam and Eve.

This willful destructive, divisiveness even made its way into our constructions of faith.  The Gospel begins talking about that, in regards to, the Pharisees and to those we consider outsiders…  We hear once again, another heartbreaking plea from St. Paul, as well, this week, preaching not only to those who have rejected Jesus, but to us all, to not close our hearts to the progressive, transformative, global mission of the Gospel to live into the lifestyle of Grace. Living into the lifestyle of Grace is as mentioned last week, we are blessed by God and we ARE called to be a blessing to others.  “Blessed to be a Blessing.”

Our greatest and perhaps most evil, ongoing spiritual battle we face daily, is being humble and persistent enough, to develop an amazing faith, just like the Syrophoenician woman, that will take down and eventually destroy the ideology of narcissism once and for all.  The ideology of narcissism and its ugly fruit are self-righteous pride, judgmentalism, contempt, “hate” and essentially the absolute worst of humanity—the antithesis of the Gospel and the Golden Rule.  Unbelief is the only fruit produced by those who cannot and will not move beyond their self-justified evils.  Why believe in God or love neighbor?  It is irrelevant to my universe and its agendas…  but let’s see if we can bury it in man-made politics, absolute oppression and terror tactics in various complex forms.

Goya’s painting represents the most serious spiritual death that is essentially the Evil One’s great victory upon the desecration and demise of our first internal church—the heart!  These past few days I have been looking down at my Cursillo cross and reading the back of it, holding back some tears…  It says, Christ is counting on you!  What it doesn’t say, my heart confesses for me—What am I doing with the wondrous Grace He has indeed freed my heart, to live within?  The beautiful prelude we heard this morning is from the wonderful film, Godspell.  Next to Franco Zefferelli’s Jesus of Nazareth, it is perhaps my most favorite Christian film.  The Artist and the Pastor in me, greatly love every aspect of that movie.  From the beginning of the film where the character playing Jesus is Baptized by His messenger, John the Baptist, to Jesus’ painting images of love upon His disciples faces.  These disciples were from all over the “global” city of New York.  From Ballerinas to a taxi driver, all of them connected to Jesus.  Jesus himself, had a beautiful heart painted on His forehead literally showing His gift to all, LOVE.  On the outside, they all looked like fools, in silly clown makeup and crazy colorful costumes… but they were ever so alive!

If I could dream myself into that film, I would be skipping alongside the city parks with Jesus as well.  All Good Gifts is the prelude we heard and when I was thinking about the most gracious song I could ever share at my own ordination. I had that as the Hymn of the Day that my friend Beau sang operatically within ironically, the walls of an “understanding” Missouri Synod Lutheran Church!  He is gay, and as well as we know, the Missouri Synod does not at all believe in women being ordained yet alone, they, along with many hold a “bound-conscience…”

Another irony to that day, was that I had a young man “crash” for the lack of a better expression, my ordination service…  At first it was rather humorous, since this man is definitely demonstrative, in more ways than one about WHO he is and WHAT he believes… His piety, you could say, is definitely, in your face!  I even delighted that he usurped the second scripture reading at my ordination which was St. Paul’s magnificent passage from Philippians 2 which you saw me perform for you on Palm Sunday.  After the ordination service, and my cloud nine of joy started floating back to earth…  I got a hate-filled, self- righteous and indignant email from this same man, (who recently graduated seminary and is hoping to serve others….) stated how dare I subject him to my ordination, being where it was, with all who were there….  This hatred didn’t stop there—this is the really sad part of this story, for out of the kindness of my heart, I dared to send this same person a Christmas email card.  Not only was his response despicable, to say the least, but he accused my husband of being in the KKK since he was in politics, etc.

Ignorance plus hate do not make the pastor, and I am sad in wondering how this person will even come to serve others. With this thought, we should return to the Pharisees in today’s Gospel.  They were, most definitely blind guides and probably most often exasperated Jesus with their closed, dark and empty faith.  They were those white washed sepulcher stones, hardened so much by the justification of their narcissistic “faith,” that they worked with the local “oppressors,” the Romans to plot to kill Jesus.  Can you for one moment, make a collage in your mind of the Goya painting I shared, and think about Jesus preaching His beautiful treatises of love in the Beatitudes, while the nails are being driven into His bloodied body upon a humiliating torturous symbol of death—the cross?

Symbols, art, sculpture, architecture are humanity’s markers of creativity, statements and history.  They show all sides of our blessedness, and our depravity!  Coming this October all Protestant churches everywhere will be celebrating the amazing milestone of the 500th anniversary of the spark of the Protestant Reformation or revolution of evolving the church towards the extravagant inclusivity we prayerfully aspire towards today, in not only the UCC but with all of Christ’s churches, someday.  Poor Martin Luther, a nobody monk out of a little monastery in Germany nailed his 95 arguments to the “locked” cathedral’s doors for all to see…  And here we are now!  Indulgences, by the way, what he was “protesting” were a legalized and justified political agenda from the Catholic church at the time, to help pay for the Sistine Chapel’s building….  Yes, the marvel of the High Renaissance era of both art and architecture, had contractors to pay…. Michelangelo would be one of them, by the way!

Most of the medieval church, which yes, contrary to the word of “Renaissance” being a period of enlightenment and “progress” in that day… consisted of very poor peasants and very wealthy clergy and least we forget, witch burnings began, at this time, as well.  During this era of enlightenment, there was definitely good and definitely evil!  But are we going to resuscitate the iconoclast movement and begin vandalizing and tearing down the Sistine chapel?!  I certainly hope not, for if we are truly considering ourselves as progressive, 21st century people… we have, most humbly moved ON and most humbly LEARNED from both, the good and the bad!

I’ll leave you with one last image or quote to connect with all the “illustrations” I’ve laid before you.  It is a profound quote from 1984.  The George Orwell apocalyptic poetry of warning for us to spiritually, as striving towards living as children of Grace and Promise need to hear (!): “During times of Universal deceit, the Truth becomes a revolutionary and hated act.” "Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered.  And the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute.  History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the party is always right."  I don’t know about you, but this is the graceless, godless wilderness of hell and I would rather most humbly continue to learn and grow from my saint/ sinner past than be a part of this kind of potential reality…

Let us Pray:
Gracious Lord Jesus,
We need to put our hearts in the place of the Syrophoenician woman
We must be persistent with pushing the boundaries of ourselves
To not only be centered with You in our first church, the heart
But be grounded by and for Your Grace to reflect Your light
Creatively in the world as a Global mission of loving discipleship
For all the world to not be ignorant of, but transform their heart’s knowledge to see and become.
Help save us Lord from our own divisiveness and justified evil
May our tears cleanse us of our depravity to truly grow.
AMEN

August 20th, 2017; Eleventh Sunday after Pentecost; Proper 15; Year A; SOLA Lectionary
Sermon by: Reverend Nicole A.M. Collins, OSST
Psalm 67; Isaiah 56:1, 6-8; Romans 11:1-2a, 13-15, 28-32; Matthew 15:10-28




 Below is the link to this sermon's delivery at First Congregational Church at 9:30am