Sunday, November 26, 2017

The Greatest Reign; Sermon for Christ the King Sunday by: Rev. Nicole A.M. Collins


Here is the greatest message of those endless Sundays in the season of Pentecost—the reign of Christ. This is the end of the church calendar, the end of the line, but, the Advent of something wonderful to begin!  We are at the precipice of a brand New spiritual year.  Just what do each church calendar year try to teach us? Why do we follow this?  How does it help us as disciples of Jesus?  Short answer first, we get to move within the greatest story ever told, from life to death to New life.  The longer answer is what I’ve said before, we are in discipleship school and every new church calendar year we are learning and growing into New things. Remember, we will always be students of the Gospel.

The seemingly endless Sundays in the season of Pentecost have a lot of things to teach us and our greatest teacher, Jesus, guiding our every step! Sounds like a wonderful system, but we are obviously in an imperfect world and our greatest challenge is accepting the One who’s trying to reign us in, reign over us and Shepherd us.  Truth be told, but the more I contemplated today’s texts, the more I wondered how much we have lost in still being connected to the hope and promises of the Resurrection of Christ and our task to reap that New Creation instilled within us.  Today’s texts are complex and very symbolic.  St. Paul especially, challenges us to realize that Christ Jesus is the New Adam—our perfect example, the New Creation itself, after Grace has triumphed.  And the Gospel is Christ defining the last of His beatitudes—those disciples who live into responding to His great commission, will not suffer the judgment of those who want to live for the world.

This could sound cut and dry, but it really isn’t, and it shouldn’t be over simplified for that would go against my hopes for you as your pastor to help you hear and truly grow in understanding, reaping a lifestyle of Grace. This isn’t just about tuning up your sense of ethics or morality, as been the finger-pointing accusations against Christianity… This Sunday’s texts are to jar your hearts to realize that gift given—the New Nature. Are you living a lifestyle worthy of the Gospel?  Do you realize that you have been commissioned by Christ to spread and live into the Good News?  Here’s maybe where our disconnect is. If we can’t or are unwilling to think about our New Nature potential within us, then what is our life truly about?

I had to start this morning’s message with these provocative questions because I don’t think the “institutionalized church” is doing justice in helping others to see what discipleship really is and what Christ and His gift of New Life really means. We are truly in an age that has many kinds of sheep and many kinds of goats and if Jesus were to retell this parable to us today, we’d even have a harder time connecting because we have grown too successfully into being autonomous individuals barely covenantal to our few responsibilities, we have, in the here and now.

Regarding accountability and being, reaping the New Nature; the world news stage has been overflowing with sordid scandals it seems, one after another targeting various politicians, journalists and the like, over sexual ethics.  The divisiveness and graceless behavior has hit a new low for me.  Are all these case after case reports of partisan politicians, journalists and celebrities really what they seem, or are they the brunt of sordid agendas of control, power and self-righteous justice?  If you were to ask me, I would say who’s ruling the world these days is not Christ, but evil itself.  These are hard words to hear, but I will certainly never be a pastor who hides the reality of Satan and his work in the world corrupting our nature tempting us to justify sin, willfulness over and above God’s will!

We are children of the Resurrection and are to realize the face of death from the gift of New life, Grace.  Our crucified Lord rose to reset and replant humanity into a right relationship with God, our heavenly parent.  I think we’ve gone beyond being rebellious teenagers, and have perhaps these days especially, have become lost to where we really are, whose we really are and what purpose our lives are truly to mean, come to bear. ‘The judgment of the Nations,’ as is the subtitle, to today’s Gospel from Matthew, isn’t hell fire and brim stone but a spiritual calling for us to wake up and smell the coffee. We are more than comfortable however being our own judge and jury living and tending to the Gospel of our own individual worlds.

We are children of Grace and we are children of promise—something that shouldn’t be broken especially if we profess to be disciples of a god who came down to us, died and rose for us to have New Life!  In thinking about New life, I was reminded of a sad story of a former Chicago poet leading a mysterious double life.  Jay Jay as he liked to be called, was a well-known local poet whose writings were regularly published and performed all over the city.  His style of writings was like that of E.E. Cummings. You could say that Jay Jay was truly a flower-child era poet.  His gritty style and persona set him apart however, from others on the scene, and this was a mystery for several years until his secret life finally broke open.

J. J. Jameson, we would all come to find out was in reality, Norman A. Porter, Jr, “the Killer poet.”  On March 22nd, 2005, he would be arrested by the Massachusetts State Police, Illinois State Police and the Massachusetts Department of Correction in Chicago at the Third Unitarian Church, where he was a member of the congregation and sometimes worked as a handyman. Jay Jay was then transferred under armed guard to Massachusetts where he faced charges of escape from a penal institution.

Here, he pleaded guilty to charges of second-degree murder in the 1960 fatal shooting of 22-year-old part-time clothing store clerk, John Pigott, at the Robert Hall clothing store in Saugus, Massachusetts with a sawed-off shotgun. In 1961, while awaiting trial on those charges, He was involved in the fatal assault in and shooting of the head jailer, David S. Robinson, at Middlesex County jail in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He managed to escape from prison only to be captured while holding up a grocery store in New Hampshire. Jay Jay also pleaded guilty to charges of second-degree murder in that case, and was sentenced to two consecutive terms of life imprisonment.

While in prison, Norman Porter/ Jay Jay, earned an undergraduate degree from Boston University, started a prison newspaper, published poetry, and founded a prison radio station. One of his life sentences was commuted by Governor Michael Dukakis in 1975. In December 1985, while being held at a prerelease center, he escaped by signing himself out for a walk, and never returned to the facility until he was caught on March 22nd, 2005. Since his escape, he had been Massachusetts' most wanted fugitive, ahead of mobster boss James "Whitey" Bulger.

Jameson was connected to this double life when fingerprints taken during his 1993 arrest were matched against Porter's fingerprints in an FBI database after a police officer saw his picture as Poet of the Month on ChicagoPoetry.com. On October 14, 2005, Porter was sentenced to three years in prison for his escape. He had a parole hearing Tuesday, October 6, 2009. The 2008 film, ‘Killer Poet,’ was produced by Northern Light Productions, documented his double life. Jay Jay would be denied parole by the Massachusetts Parole Board on January 12, 2010. Despite the support of prison officials and members of his Unitarian congregation, the parole board rejected Porter's request because he showed "limited remorse" and "continues to minimize his criminal activity."

Here is an amazing example of someone who was truly lost in a graceless wilderness, “hell” of his own making.  Sounds like one of those goats Jesus talks about.  Life had to be shaped on his own terms, a grand delusion of control, where the boundaries between good and evil were blurred, broken and somewhat beyond repair.  I remember counseling his publisher who was a very nice man, who befriended Jay Jay and was now in deep shock, feeling betrayed by someone he thought he knew and called a friend.  Jay Jay tried to rule his life as he saw fit, and didn’t feel any sense of accountability towards anyone. His participation in a local church, perhaps was a small part of a side of himself, contemplating a better life, but his passions reigned over and above God’s calling to him to renew his life for the better.

When I saw, all of the blips on the news, and all of the people coming forward from his secret life; I was saddened to see his hopelessness and unwillingness to change. I actually met and read at several poetry venues with Jay Jay…  He tried to live into his life as a poet and erase the past.  Now he is slowly dying from brain tumors in a Boston area prison never to return to his artificial life again.  The above story details, actually, of all things, came from Wikipedia.  Hard to believe, that will now be his sordid claim to fame. I’m sure most of us here haven’t experienced or knew someone with such a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde lifestyle, but just replace that image with the Old Nature (which we all received from the fall of Adam and Eve) and the New Nature (which we all have received from the Good Shepherd, Jesus).  Death and Life.  We, as St. Paul says, must die to the past and LIVE most profoundly into that New Life, New Creation within us waiting to be reaped by our faithful obedience. Through our faithful obedience, we bear the fruit of a gracious life, well-lived and flourishing in a fullness that brings eternal joy for all the world to see from your witness!  The Victory Christ gave the world is the hope of a resurrected life through the reaping of the New Nature.  It is only through realizing His reigning Grace that we awaken to the truth and live into it!

Let Us Pray,
Gracious and ever-Reigning Christ,
Help us to die to our Adam or Eve’ Old Natures
And rise through Your abundant love
To truly care for our lives and the least of these, our neighbors
Help us to find our true selves through being accountable and obedient
To Your Living, internally and eternally shaping Word of Joy and Promise
Your victory is our glory in the light of Your Grace. AMEN



November 26th, 2017; Christ the King; Year A; Proper 29; SOLA Lectionary
Sermon By: Reverend Nicole A.M. Collins, OSST
Psalm 95:1-7a; Ezekiel 34:11-16, 20-24; 1 Corinthians 15:20-28; Matthew 25:31-46







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

Sunday, November 19, 2017

True Talents; Sermon for November 19th, 2017 by: Rev. Nicole A.M. Collins


Time, talents and treasures isn’t just a “churchy thing” you hear about in stewardship campaigns… it is actually a concept we should prayerfully think upon, as we go about, in our “everyday worlds.” It’s true, we’ve been hearing a lot about time these past few Sundays.  With Reformation Sunday, we not only got to see a nice reminder of our roots as the Body in the world, but we got to think about the power of conviction, belief to change.  There’s that wonderful promise and hopefulness of faith—CHANGE.  We can change the world or at least our corner of it, by getting up and out into the mix of it—DO it, Be it, LIVE it—the change God needs for us to spiritually grow from, is the wisdom He plants deep in our hearts to reap.

The prelude this morning is a wonderful upbeat Christian rock song: ‘Good to Be Alive,’ by Jason Gray.  The title alone speaks volumes of our everyday hope, perhaps we’ve become forgetful of that. The lyrics of this song are definitely not the words from someone who spins their wheels, but from someone who lives into those daily leaps of faith. This musician, person of great faith begins with a question: “Hold on, Is this really the life I'm living? 'Cause I don't feel like I deserve it... Every day that I wake, every breath that I take, you’ve given. So right here, right now, while the sun is shining down, I wanna live like there's no tomorrow. Love like I'm on borrowed time. It's good to be alive!”  He continues with hope and encouragement with another realization: “If the life that we've been given, is made beautiful in the living, and the joy that we get, brings joy to the heart of the giver... Then right here, right now, I wanna live like there's no tomorrow. Love like I'm on borrowed time. It's good to be alive! I won’t take it for granted, I won’t waste another second... All I want is to give you, a life well lived, to say “thank you.”

Wow, can we say or recall moments we have felt that same way about our lives and the fruit of our labors? Probably not often enough honestly. It is nice, though, when we can see the future with those optimistic leap of faith eyes! This is the season of being grateful and putting that grace given to us, through Christ, to work.  Living Grace is by no means being works righteous or doing things to serve yourself… This is not that kind of “health and wealth…”  Living Grace is living into changing what is broken in the world through the gifts we have been spiritually given by Christ.  The scriptures, this week, are lovely.  We are first overdosing on St. Paul by taking a fly on the wall glimpse into his pastoral letters of faith and encouragement for both the Ephesians and Thessalonians and close our spiritual lesson for this week with a very complex parable from Jesus trying once again to teach the closed hearts and minds of the Pharisees about true time, talents and treasures of the Kingdom of God.

Each and every close of the year is another frame of time down the road of life. We can see it like picture frames from a reel of film, or see them like those stages of metamorphosis, the caterpillar to the butterfly make.  The real-time process isn’t all that long for the butterfly, but in regard to our metamorphosis, or better said, transformation, it is really slow…  Really painful at times and really testing upon us.  Why does God seem to test us so much?  Why do we deserve that? Here’s the voice of our faith being tested and responding but not necessarily being too hopeful about it, but questioning. The Day of the Lord talked about or hidden within our texts today are about that big scary, weird, intense word: “the apocalypse.”  We don’t like wondering or even talking much about the quote, end of days, since frankly we’ve not had a nice picture of hopefulness left to our social imaginary.

From All Saints Sunday onward, the lectionary is trying to teach us about that complex subject of being and living hope into the unknown future as true children of Grace and Promise. We have to hear this simple song in our hearts as the wisdom of God encouraging us onward—let all things, now living, a song of thanksgiving to God our creator triumphantly raise… You can probably start playing the rest of that song in your head.  How about hearing it through your heart? One of the joys I truly have as a pastor are small moments when you share in the joys of others, when you experience them, feeling hope.  This is a real hope that changes lives, encourages lives to change!  In visiting Linda, Dick’s niece, the other day, I got to share in her joy.  After 2 years of waiting on a long list, she had her interview with a government social worker to receive home care literally when I was seeing her at the same time.  As if this wasn’t wonderful enough for her, one of her nurses is considering helping her to move into a much larger, cheaper home that would grant her greater mobility and would be much further south.

Just like that Sunday a while back when she was able to visit us, I once again, felt, shared in her joy.  This is but one moment of many moments, God gives us, to see the true treasures in this one solitary earthly life.  With these treasures though, there is going to be issues with our time and our gifts we have been given.  Some people take out those giant daily planners and become lost into trying to file away, schedule away every waking moment of their day.  Yes, you need to be organized but not to the point your heart gets lost in God’s true purposes for you.  This is the key to living a gracious life where everyday you can feel thanksgiving even if it is the start of a dark day. Truth be told, but Monday was not a good day for me except the very end when I had my evening online class.  I waited outside nearly 5 plus hours for a garage door repair man.  As human nature would have it, I was quite angry, discouraged, tired and disappointed in the lack of helpfulness from the apartment management people.  It is a good thing to remember St. Paul’s reminder to be “New-natured” about things… for I definitely struggled with that, that day.

Struggling in and out of hopefulness, having faith in change and sharing yourself with others, was what the Pharisees just couldn’t do or refused to do.  Jesus’ parables in Matthew expresses a frustration of trying to get through to hard-headed people.  “We never change, we like things the way they are, it’s always been done this way… etc.” Sounds a little too often like many a church out there… especially ones on the verge of closing… God’s answer to that negative attitude is tough cookies!  Life changes, circumstances change whether you like it or not. So, do we just become pessimists and work on formulating complaints to God, or do we get up on our feet and DO something?! God wants us, as Paul says in the Thessalonians’ text, to truly be children of light and day. He needs us to don that spiritual armor of faith, love and a helmet of hopefulness, saving Grace because every day is going to be a journey alongside, with a challenge.  We need to expect the unexpected, realize our time and place and incorporate our gifts for the greater good of our neighbor, out of a faithful love for God.

Some of that hard-headedness comes from fear.  For the Pharisees, it was a matter that they felt that they had no right to change their laws, they saw coming from God.  For the slave in today’s complex parable, he didn’t want to chance anything and his inactivity was both foolish and cowardly in some ways.  “Playing it safe” is the spiritual comfort junk food of someone unwilling to grow, and go forward, into an unknown future. Just yesterday was a big day for our church stepping out beyond our comfort zone and sitting amongst a whole bunch of other churches to promote our little corner of the East side of Vegas. With everything but the kitchen sink of PR materials, old bulletins & some of Grace Schmiedel’s church photo albums, I sat our table.  Meeting many and telling many about our church, was something that once again gave me great hope. The only question I had was the thought, if this table wasn’t free, would we have taken this opportunity to share?  I would hope that we still would.

Our give and take culture sometimes truly stretches us beyond our capacity, beyond our willingness to see things through, but we must.  It will truly be a sad day, when we come to that spiritual cross-roads of feeling, being stretched too thin and we cave into our fears.  We cave into our fears by giving up.  Our great God of love and Grace always says and hear it deeply: never say never for I have never failed you by not living into my Promise of New life, a Kingdom to come.  Come and follow me, the road is very long, and the route may not necessarily, be that clear… but come and follow me nonetheless.  These are the Living Words of life from a God who has come down to us and met us where we’re at and still tries, nonetheless to love His irrational, fearful, doubting children… For we are the gracious hope of the future and the fruit of the promises of God.  It’s our turn to step up to the plate.

Speaking of plates, this coming week, as we prepare to help Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, Nutra-system and the like make lots of money off of us after Thanksgiving…  Let us remember what being grateful truly means.  Let us think of our families those we have lost in one way or another and those we will come to see and reminisce with as we grab another plateful. The greatest Thanksgivings for me, are now going on being memories from 35 years ago or so.  This was when my grandparents were still alive and hosting in their little wood frame Bungalow in the near west suburbs of Chicago. This was when my whole family acted and treated one another as a real family.  Those days are long gone but being grateful for even that passing moment of time is something the Lord has taught me to see as priceless.  My talents just like yours, are waiting for us to tap into them, not merely for the glory of God and His Kingdom come, but truly for a life worth living and a thank you lived deeply from the heart.

Let us pray,
Ever Gracious Lord,
May Your sovereign compassion teach us many things
And open us to our many talents, potentials
Help us discover and grow from Your gifts of Grace throughout our everyday lives.
It is good to be alive, it is good to love and take those daily leaps of faith
We look to You always, Your encouragement is our refuge and strength. AMEN


November 19th, 2017; Twenty-fourth Sunday after Pentecost; Proper 28; Year A; SOLA Lectionary
Sermon By: Reverend Nicole A.M. Collins, OSST
Psalm 90:1-12; Zephaniah 1:7-16; Ephesians 1:7-18; 1 Thessalonians 5:1-11; Matthew 25:14-30







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