The following is my sermon from Sunday, October 8, in which I spoke of the power of the lament. The text was Psalm 80, a Lament in Time of National Crisis. Included in the sermon is encouragement for people to give voice to their own laments, not as a form of grievance for the sake of grievance. Rather the encouragement is to voice our own laments as a way to reach out to God in our despair.
Also included in the sermon is a poem I wrote - A Lament for Our Times.
The sermon title I chose at the beginning of the week is a little like that song “I never promised you a rose garden”! O, the portion of the psalm we heard does speak of God planting the vineyard that was to be Israel – with all the lushness and promise of newly sown fields. Surely the plants would grow full and bear much fruit. At least that appeared to be the promise. Yet Israel’s experience as a nation seemed a little different – more raisins than grapes – more withered than flourishing.
The Old Testament suggested reading is from Isaiah and it too speaks of God planting a vineyard – tending it carefully, lovingly meeting its every needs, expecting the fruit of the vine to nourish the world in the form of Israel. Yet when the fruit matured God got wild grapes.
The Gospel reading for today is also about a vineyard – the parable of the Wicked Tenants. You remember. The landowner plants a vineyard and leases it to tenants to manage the field. When the time comes to collect his fees he sends out slaves to do the job. They are killed. Another set goes out and they also are killed. Then the landowner sends out his only son and he too is killed. It is a parable that reminds its hearers that the prophets of justice in the Hebrew testament were rejected, one after another. People had opportunities to face their destructive behaviors and ideas and people chose to keep on doing as they had always done – until at last Jesus was sent into the world – and then even he was killed because we humans valued our own ideas more than God’s ways.
Psalm 80 in its entirety is a communal psalm of lament for the nation Israel. Things hadn’t worked out as they thought they should, given that they were God’s chosen people. The first part of the Psalm has the people blaming God for being a poor shepherd. They were not feeling well cared for! Our part of the Psalm today has the people blaming God for failed vineyard practices. They were not flourishing. In fact they had become a barren field. Psalm 80 is a lament in times of a national calamity.
As I was thinking about the passage for today, I wondered what kind of words we might utter this fall if we were to write a lament for a time of great calamity and uncertainty. I have long encouraged people to pray the Psalms, particularly during periods of personal trials and tribulations – because the Psalms offer us a way to speak the unspeakable. The Psalms remind us that we can raise our voices and our fists to God in anger and despair and God will listen. There are some rather heated Psalms in that collection!
The Psalms remind us that we can read them and pray them in times of great joy and gratitude. They provide words when words seem inadequate. “The heavens are telling the glory of God, and the firmament proclaims his handiwork”; “Bless the Lord, O my soul and all that is within me, bless his holy name”; “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.” The Psalms are a rich resource in joy and in sorrow.
So in preparation for putting fingers to keyboard, I gave some thought to the times we live in – and what might be our lament at a time of our national pain.
A Lament For Our Times
Give ear, O God of Pentecost
Whose Spirit descended on a bewildered crowd,
making all nations one in hearing and understanding…
Towers rise out of the desert with a language that scatters your people
The language of the streets – the dialect of destruction
Staccato punctuated by silence voicing fear
Where were You in the silence?
Where were You in the thundering clamor?
We, Your people, cry out to you.
Restore to us Your Pentecostal Spirit.
Give aid, O Creator God
Who birthed the mighty oceans and swirling winds
Structures have no power over the fury of the storm.
Meaning blown away
Why? Why? cry out the broken spirits
When? When? ask the anguished.
We, Your people, speak of our despair
Mend the broken pottery of our lives.
Give wisdom, O God of all peoples
Whose love for us is so great You gave Your all, Your Son
Implements of war brought out of careful concealment threaten present and future generations
Us against Them - the common mantra
“My Life Matters” pride of place
Who do You say we are?
Who do You say we can be?
We, Your People, whisper our remorse
Forgive us as we forgive
For the Lord our God speaks to us still in the dissonance of our times.
For the Lord our God heals our brokenness and restores us
For the Lord our God blesses the peacemakers and grants us courage
God of Pentecost
God of all creation
God of all peoples
Hear us as we cry out to You and restore us to righteousness with You and with each other.
October 5, 2017
The lament serves to place us in a situation and at the same time allows for the possibility of solutions. When we narrow down that which is holding us hostage to fear and destructive behavior AND keep alive the hope of our faith, we can begin to see the potential for new life and rebirth.
Yes we cry out in grief at the language of gunfire punctuating a concert and bringing death and woundedness. We cry out in grief with all the friends and families that wail in sorrow as their sons and daughters, husbands and wives are killed in acts of violence. We cry out in grief as neighbor shouts obscenities against neighbor – back and forth. But when we cry out in grief looking for God in all this carnage, we find God – right there beside us, weeping with us, and showing us how to witness to love in such times as these.
God speaks to us still, even amidst the sounds of destruction.
Yes we speak of our despair when we see the destruction of homes and families, power grids, roads, bridges, all the things that connect us with one another and give life meaning. We question the power of the hurricane, the wind, the water, the fire, the earthquake, the volcano.
We question our ability to overcome such power. But when we cry out in despair we begin to see the small steps we can take – the Church World Service cleaning bucket or the hygiene kits, the consciousness of our personal impact on the environment and global warming, the need we share to help one another and be helped. We find God rescuing the wounded, sharing the ice for medicines, picking up debris, comforting the children, and we know that our brokenness is being mended and we are being restored to wholeness.
Yes as tensions between nations increase, as tensions between races increase, as tensions between how we were formed as human beings increase – we whisper our remorse that we have failed to see one another as God’s beloved children. We have failed to our children as they become fully adult, a gift of God. We have failed to live up to baptismal promises we made that welcomed infants and children and youth into the body of Christ fully and completely, loved and beloved. We have failed to see the fullness of creation in the diversity of humankind. We whisper our remorse.
And as we do – we recognize God of All Peoples among us welcoming the children, inviting us to the Great Feast, forgiving us and welcoming us home. We see God of All Peoples blessing those who would risk being peacemakers and reconcilers. We see God present among us calling us to love one another.
In the words of the Psalmist: Restore us, O Lord God of hosts; let your face shine, that we may be saved.
Amen and Amen.