He came into the country of the Gerasenes, says Mark.
He came into the country of the Gadarenes, says Matthew.
Questions of accusation swirl in both stories.
“What have you to do with us?” they ask.
Mark’s “Legion,” and
Matthew’s “Two Demoniacs,”
make their inquisition with force.
They also voice recognition.
“What have you to do with us, you who are the Son of God?”
Exclamations of desperation swirl in both stories.
“If you cast us out, send us into the herd of swine!” they say.
And so he does, both stories concluding with the same freakish ending — pigs rushing down a cliff and hurling themselves into the sea.
But are they the same story?
Only Mark mentions the suffering.
How a man was restrained by force with chains,
How his neighbors sought to subdue him.
Only Mark mentions the daytime and nighttime dwelling in tombs,
How he sounded aloud with howling,
How he sought comfort in bruising himself with stones.
This is rejection.
This is isolation.
This is stigmatization.
This is way we marginalize our neighbors.
“What have you to do with us, you who are the Son of God?”
They came to the other side of the lake, to the country of the Gerasenes. And when he had stepped out of the boat, immediately a man out of the tombs with an unclean spirit met him. He lived among the tombs; and no one could restrain him any more, even with a chain; for he had often been restrained with shackles and chains, but the chains he wrenched apart, and the shackles he broke in pieces; and no one had the strength to subdue him. Night and day among the tombs and on the mountains he was always howling and bruising himself with stones. When he saw Jesus from a distance, he ran and bowed down before him; and he shouted at the top of his voice, ‘What have you to do with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I adjure you by God, do not torment me.’ For he had said to him, ‘Come out of the man, you unclean spirit!’ Then Jesus asked him, ‘What is your name?’ He replied, ‘My name is Legion; for we are many.’He begged him earnestly not to send them out of the country. Now there on the hillside a great herd of swine was feeding; and the unclean spirits begged him, ‘Send us into the swine; let us enter them.’ So he gave them permission. And the unclean spirits came out and entered the swine; and the herd, numbering about two thousand, rushed down the steep bank into the lake, and were drowned in the lake.
The swineherds ran off and told it in the city and in the country. Then people came to see what it was that had happened. They came to Jesus and saw the demoniac sitting there, clothed and in his right mind, the very man who had had the legion; and they were afraid. Those who had seen what had happened to the demoniac and to the swine reported it.Then they began to beg Jesus to leave their neighborhood. As he was getting into the boat, the man who had been possessed by demons begged him that he might be with him. But Jesus refused, and said to him, ‘Go home to your friends, and tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and what mercy he has shown you.’ And he went away and began to proclaim in the Decapolis how much Jesus had done for him; and everyone was amazed.
Matthew 6:28-39
When he came to the other side, to the country of the Gadarenes, two demoniacs coming out of the tombs met him. They were so fierce that no one could pass that way. Suddenly they shouted, ‘What have you to do with us, Son of God? Have you come here to torment us before the time?’Now a large herd of swine was feeding at some distance from them. The demons begged him, ‘If you cast us out, send us into the herd of swine.’And he said to them, ‘Go!’ So they came out and entered the swine; and suddenly, the whole herd rushed down the steep bank into the lake and perished in the water. The swineherds ran off, and on going into the town, they told the whole story about what had happened to the demoniacs. Then the whole town came out to meet Jesus; and when they saw him, they begged him to leave their neighborhood.
[Image Description: Three pink flowers are connected to a vine. They are shaped like hearts. A blue sky with clouds is in the background.]
What would feel like to take heart just a little bit more today?
To remind yourself that you’re worth loving?
To remind yourself that people are indeed working for good in the world, even in the midst of pain?
To remind yourself that you’ve been surprised at other times, so why not be surprised by goodness again?
To remind yourself that taking heart, while vulnerable, is really giving heart by allowing ourselves to have hope and trust, and that this can actually lean into the creation of goodness in the world?
[Image Description: Three gray-brown rocks are stacked upon each other, each smaller than the one beneath it. The rocks are on top of sand, and the sand has tracings with concentric circles as if there is a ripple effect from the rocks.]
To the Person That Harms,
To the Family That Wounds,
To the Shame That Devours,
To the Violence That Festers,
To the Grief That Upends,
To the Diagnosis that Stuns,
To the Substance That Hooks,
To the System That Discriminates,
You,
Yes,
You,
Any of You, or
All of You, or
More Than You
(That Which Stays Silent or
That Which Exists Beyond Lists)
You.
You
have never been a gift in disguise —
not tied with a bow
or packaged with grand, silver linings.
But here’s one thing you’ve yet to figure out:
The more you knock us off balance —
The more you pummel,
The more you trounce,
The more you disrupt and delight in the off-kilter,
The more we come to know what our balance is.
And that balance,
when we know it,
when we can name it,
when we can internalize it,
is Strength Beyond Strength.
That Balance is Our Sacred Invitation.
That Balance is Our Secret Intervention.
[Image Description: A clockwise spiral made of a variety of colors — shades of red, orange, green, and yellow]
Every single thing that happens is born of particularity.
The largest things and the smallest things, alike —
who we know and love,
what routines we’ve developed,
how we’re partnered,
what our daily work looks like,
even what we’ve had for breakfast —
these may not have happened at all, except very particular factors lined up.
He showed up at a meeting.
A conversation brought synergy.
She asked me for a favor.
We missed the train.
A job ad suddenly came into view.
I got fed up.
Someone told them they were really good at this.
A new question emerged in her mind.
Every bit of this is particularity. Most of life has an “it wouldn’t have happened this way, except” attached. I love to think about this.
And here’s a Real Mystery:
At times, we might sit back and marvel that some the best gifts of our lives, the very best people and opportunities for whom we feel an immense amount of gratitude, might not have come into being in the way they have, and may not even exist except for the fact that we experienced a major life detour —
at times, one we would have never chosen, and one we may not have wanted at all.
We might look at these people, opportunities, and life rhythms as expressions of The Sacred Otherwise.
The Sacred Otherwise. . .
Without the detour —
the interruption,
the disruption,
the loss,
the departure,
the frustration —
we wouldn’t have had these other experiences.
Plan B, C, D, ad infinitum are very sacred, because they are expressions of life that might not have existed at all. This is true with most things, in fact.
They are the Sacred Otherwise.
This doesn’t mean that the detours, interruptions, disruptions, losses, departures, and frustrations were necessary, or that they were gifts in and of themselves. Far from it. In fact, they might still ache somewhere within us.
But even then,even there,
The Sacred Otherwise is born of particularity.
This sermon was preached at Allen Park Presbyterian Church in Allen Park, Michigan and was focused upon Romans 5:1-5. The audio recording is above and a written manuscript is below.
Therefore, since we are justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have obtained access to this grace in which we stand; and we boast in our hope of sharing the glory of God. And not only that, but we also boast in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.
This opening paragraph of the 5th chapter of Romans contains many powerful, evocative words. And very likely, if we reflect on them, we’ll notice that these words usually have stories attached.
There are words like faith, peace, grace, endurance, character, hope, and love.
These words weave their way through the letter Paul is writing, and as we connect to them personally, there are probably stories attached. . .
There are moments in our lives when we’ve felt our faith was deeply rooted and connected to the faith of others. . .
There are moments when we’ve felt a deep and abiding sense of peace. . .
There are moments when we became suddenly aware of the grace of God and the ways it impacts our lives. . .
There are moments when we’ve lived stories of endurance, character, hope, and most especially love. Or at the very least, these are the stories we want to live, don’t we?
We want to live stories of endurance, character, hope, and love,
and these are the stories we want to share.
Certainly these words are a part of our collective life together also — not only our individual life – but these words involve the very life that God is weaving through all humanity. These words are the stories God wants us to live.
Yet I also notice in this passage there is a challenging word too. It’s an honest word, and it is a word that likely has stories attached also. The word is suffering. There are moments in our lives when we have experienced deep suffering –
moments of loss, illness, confusion, and isolation,
moments when we began to question whether we were worth very much,
moments when we questioned whether our life has value and meaning.
Our world knows suffering too, including communities that surround us right now. We live in a world where poverty, racism, and classism all exist, along with the many divisions we create to separate some from others, declaring worth and value upon some while viewing the rest as ‘less than.’ The word suffering has stories attached too.
Interestingly, Paul says, “We also boast in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us. . .” Why? “. . . because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.”
So many times, well-meaning people have looked at stories of suffering and tried to make them better than they really are. We have so many ways of speaking trite expressions, trying to make the suffering better in some way, but without recognizing the pain that is found within ourselves, our friends, our neighbors, and our world. We say things like,
“God will never give you more than you can handle.”
But we know that some bear burdens that do feel absolutely unbearable.
Or we say,
“Everything happens for a reason.”
This can make our pain seem as though it is somehow necessary,
like it is some crucial sacrifice toward an amorphous, future good coming into being.
Goodness does often come into being, but it doesn’t make our pain necessary.
It doesn’t mean it is God’s plan, hope, or desire for us.
I don’t think Paul is talking about any of these platitudes when he says, “we boast in our sufferings.”
Let’s hear that sentence again. Paul says, “We also boast in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us. . .” Why? “. . . because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.”
I think Paul is saying that God’s love is the final word, and God’s love is weaving its way throughout our lives — so much so that it is even present in the suffering. Perhaps, it is known most intimately in the suffering, not because God needs us to suffer to discover it, but because God loves us so deeply, that God will be with us right there. God will love us always, and God’s love will be revealed in and through even the stories of suffering.
And that brings us to other words found in this passage. They are tiny words, and on the surface, they seem insignificant, yet they reveal God’s posture toward us.
Words like with.
Have you ever thought about how amazing that word is? Paul says, “We have peace with God.” With. God seeks to be with us. God shows up, including the deepest stories of suffering. As God is with us, we feel peace, and sometimes we feel this beyond our deepest understanding. The word with reveals God’s posture toward us.
Or how about the word through?
Paul says we have this peace with God “through our Lord Jesus Christ, throughwhom we have obtained access to this grace in which we stand.” Through. We have received God’s love and mercy through Jesus Christ. We are reconciled through his very life. This word reveals God’s posture toward us.
Or how about the word into?
Paul says, “God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.” Into. This love comes into our very being, and the Holy Spirit dwells with us. Into. This word reveals God’s posture toward us.
In the midst of the season of Pentecost, today is Trinity Sunday. This is a day in the Christian calendar when we ponder the love of the Triune God. We don’t just do this solely with our thinking, working really hard in some way to wrap our minds around the reality that God is somehow three and one at the same time –One God, Three Persons: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. This is not some game of mental gymnastics.
This is a day when we can ponder the Triune God with our hearts and our very lives.
This is a day when we ponder the Triune God with our very life stories.
And perhaps we could say,
this is a day when we ponder not only the love of the Triune God,
but the loves of the Triune God.[2]
These loves might just transform how we see our stories.
When we say that God is Triune, and
when we say that God is one in three persons,
we are saying that at the very heart of God —
at the very heart of Who God Is —
lies the existence of community.
God is one, and
God exists in a community of relationships,
as love is shared and expressed.
And here is one of the most beautiful truths about this revealed vision of Who God Is:
God wants us to join the community of these loves.
It’s not that we become God,
but each of us and all of us
are invited truly to an experience of the life of God.
This Triune vision reveals God’s posture toward us,
so we know when we suffer,
we are never alone.
We are surrounded by God.
We are surrounded by a community of loves –
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit;
Creator, Redeemer, and Sustainer –
and we are invited into the community of loves that exist around us
in our own relationships,
in this community of faith,
in this entire world
where God can be found
around every corner,
under ever rock,
throughout creation,
and revealed in and through every human life,
each one infinitely filled with worth and value.
These are the loves that surround our lives.
These are the loves that transform our stories.
So let’s hear Paul’s words one more time:
“We also boast in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.”
[2] My thinking on ‘the loves of God’ was strongly influenced a Trinity Sunday sermon preached by the Rev. David Nelson Roth at St. John United Presbyterian Church in 2006.
The logo of the Interfaith Round Table of Washtenaw County.
[Image description: Upon a blue background, there are three large, block lowercase letters — i r t. They are white letters, and inside the letters, in purple, there are a number of symbols from a variety of religious traditions. Below the block of letters, there is text, also in white, that reads “Interfaith Round Table of Washtenaw County.”]
Next week, I’ll join my colleague and friend Dwight Wilson in a meaningful, new endeavor. We’ll become the new Co-Directors of the Interfaith Round Table of Washtenaw County.
The Interfaith Round Table of Washtenaw County is an interspiritual dialogue community, inviting friendship and mutual understanding among local neighbors. Through conversation and reflection across religious and spiritual traditions, we come together to address the deep questions and concerns that impact our county and our larger world.
The Interfaith Round Table is also a care network. As I ponder doing this work, this aspect energizes me especially. When relationships, friendships, and partnerships are formed through dialogue, people naturally create social networks that can become a web of care, impacting those well beyond the circle of participation. What has been made possible through the witness and practices of the Interfaith Round Table? What is possible now and in the years to come?
This community was founded by George Lambrides nearly 25 years ago, and for the last 15 years, he and Susan King have served faithfully as a Co-Directors. In reflection, conversation, and spiritual practice, board members, participants, volunteers, donors, and conversation partners across a number of local congregations have joined together in friendship and dialogue to address both global and local social needs.
I am aware of this: As people come to Interfaith Round Table events, they’ll be enriched by their experience. For some, it will even be life-changing. But there are also some who will never attend a single event — some who may never even know about us — whose lives will be impacted by our work because in friendship, we created a care network.
Care networks are powerful forces for change. When there is a need or a crisis, responses of care can move and mobilize quickly. The same is true with new ideas, possibilities, and innovation. The same is true with joy, delight, and social connection. These contagions of movement impact our bodies, our wellbeing, and our sense of connection to one another in larger communities.
All week long, I’ve been pondering the power of small groups of people. I’m reminding myself that I already know a lot of small groups of people that are having great impacts as they care for others and build larger movements of change. Be encouraged! We should never underestimate what can a small group of people can do.
[Image Description: An image is taken from the top of a hill. In the foreground, there are green, leafy plants with orange and white flowers. In the distance and in the main part of the image, there is a yellow building with windows at the bottom and a brown roof on top. This is the building that Northside Presbyterian Church and St. Aidan’s Episcopal Church share together. On the left side of the image, there is a road, and along the road, there are colorful flags with rainbow colors. There is also a sign that reads “Wildlife Refuge.” Down the hill and closer to the building, there is a playground on the right side of the image. There is also a pathway that leads from the road to the building.]
In the wake of great need and a sense of urgency, we often ask ourselves, “What should we do?”
We need to ask this question and move in its direction, certainly. But sometimes, we may forget that being — simply being a community with a set of deep commitments — is itself a radical act. When small groups know their community-identity and act from there, it can be life changing.
I spent Sunday afternoon with the community of Northside Presbyterian Church in Ann Arbor. Together, as a small group of people, we had a mission retreat, pondering questions like,
What should we do?
What would we like to do together?
What needs do we feel called to address?
What are we already doing, and how might we build upon that?
We gathered with this framework and these kinds of questions on our mind, but within the first hour, the community began to talk about who they are and how that has transformed lives. For more than 40 years, Northside Presbyterian Church has been a community that affirms, includes, loves, serves, and celebrates LGBTQ people — honoring lives and relationships, and advocating to affirm the rights, dignity, and sacred worth of LGBTQ neighbors. And they have done this from the foundation of their faith.
Sadly, and at times so dangerously, people have come to believe that these faith commitments and these actions cannot go together. But of course, they can and they do. This witness is desperately needed, and Northside Presbyterian Church wants to continue to live in this way.
And so, in lifting this up with deep commitment, we began to raise possibilities for action from this place of community-identity.
Northside Presbyterian Church is a small group of people that has welcomed people in ways that have saved lives. Small groups of people can indeed change the world.
From this history, from this being, and from this present identity-commitment, I wonder what is possible next…
This is the “Kindness Wall” at the office of the Epilepsy Foundation of Michigan, including letters and cards of encouragement and gratitude.
[Image Description: A number of cards and letters are displayed, taped to a white dry-erase board. There is writing on them, though they are not legible in the image. In the center, there is a a message in cursive, black writing that reads, “throw kindness confetti,” and it’s framed with a black frame. Diagonally and below to the right, there is another cursive message in black writing which reads “Hooray.” It’s underlined and also framed with a black frame.]
Yesterday, I said, “I need to believe that small groups of people can change the world.”
Then a few hours after writing that, I drove to Southfield, Michigan and had my first full day working at the Epilepsy Foundation of Michigan. I had a training day on Friday, but most of the staff was out of the office due to big events that would happen over the weekend. This was my first day present with the majority of the staff.
“When the first person is hungry, they just declare it and go down the row of offices and say, ‘We’re having lunch!’ and everyone comes out, and we eat together,” I was told. And a few hours later, that’s exactly what happened.
During lunch, I sat down with staff members who have such longevity working in this place. They are deeply passionate about the vision, dedicated to the community they serve, and supportive with care toward one another too. 34 years… 22 years… 20 years… 18 years… 14 years… 11 years. That’s how long some of the staff members have worked here, along with some very instrumental people who are in their single digits. And here I am, having lunch on Day 1, eating with a small group of people who are welcoming, inclusive, and not at all clique-y despite their many years together.
And you know what? They are participating in changing the world.
108,000 people in Michigan have epilepsy. In this work, we get to meet these community members, affirm their dignity and worth, and receive from their gifts and talents. We help people find transformative medical care, provide connection and emotional support, raise money for resources and research, promote public policy, create camp experiences for children and teenagers, hold community events, educate the broader public, and provide advocacy (both individualized and community-wide) in education, employment, and a number of other important settings.
In this work, we address stigma and discrimination, coming alongside people who experience these unjustly. We interface with larger, systemic challenges and injustices and work to move the needle there as well. Our work brings us into contact with needs for accessible and affordable healthcare; effective public transportation; just employment laws; dignity, care, and safety in public institutions; and accommodations, access, and full inclusion for people with disabilities.
This small group of people is working in all these directions, and they are doing this while creating one of the most supportive and sustainable workplace cultures I have ever encountered.
So here’s to this small group of people!
And here’s to the Board, the Professional Advisory Committee, the Clinical Ambassadors, the donors, the supporters, and the friends, and more.
And most of all, here’s to 108,000 people in Michigan living with epilepsy, all that they bring, offer, and provide with their talents and contributions. And here’s to their families, and their friends, and wider communities.
[Image Description: An image from the Pentecost service at First Presbyterian Church of Ann Arbor. The photo is taken from the back of a sanctuary. People are sitting in pews. A minister is standing in front of the congregation, wearing red, and two large pieces of red cloth are hanging from the ceiling. They cross each other at the front of the sanctuary, like an x, and stretch toward the back of the sanctuary. Stained glass windows are on both sides of the image along the walls. Behind the minister, people are sitting in a chancel, and behind them, there is a cross on the wall in the center with blue cloth behind it.]
I need Pentecost this year.
I need to believe that surprises are possible.
I need to believe that empowerment — even sudden, unexpected empowerment — is possible.
I need to believe that we can understand one another across differences, and that differences and particularity provide gifts of understanding.
I need to believe that we can share our experiences of love, and that we can be emboldened to testify to what we’ve received.
I need to believe that small groups of people can change the world. Like, really change the world.
I need the season of Pentecost this year. How about you?
[Image Description: The purple and red logo of the Epilepsy Foundation is on the left. Then, to the right, the text reads, “Epilepsy Foundation Michigan.”]
I am so thrilled to share this.
Recently, I sent out an announcement post, sharing that Dwight Wilson and I are becoming the next Co-Directors of the Interfaith Roundtable of Washtenaw County. We are so eager to join this organization and interfaith dialogue community. We begin this part-time position on June 17.
And… I’ve also been sitting on an additional announcement. I have another meaningful piece of good news to share:
Today, I begin work at the Epilepsy Foundation of Michigan.
I will be serving in a contract work position as the Helpline Support Consultant. In this role, I’ll receive phone calls from people with epilepsy and their families around the state. People often have questions about their diagnosis and treatment, opportunities for resources and support, and inquiries for public advocacy and education. I will connect people to community members, professionals, and educational resources, and I will provide emotional support. I’ll also facilitate a call-in support group once per week.
I’ll be working in the Epilepsy Foundation office in Southfield on Mondays and will facilitate that support group mid-week. I begin training today and start formally in this role on Monday.
It is very meaningful for me to do this work. I grew up with a childhood form of epilepsy that often goes into remission in adolescence. Though that became true for me years ago, this experience was very formative, shaping how I view community, relationships, and social care. I am grateful to provide from my experience as I come alongside others to hear and honor their own unique experiences.
I am eager to begin this new direction today. I feel joy about it!
And this is very much on my mind as well: I am so fortunate to come alongside an incredible staff team at the Epilepsy Foundation of Michigan. I have hardly ever seen a staff with this level of teamwork! This teamwork emerges in the passion and commitment for the organization’s mission — and of course, keeps bolstering that vision — and it leads to support, camaraderie, and celebration for members of the team.
It is a month of newness! To summarize, with gratitude, I’m continuing to work as a Community Chaplain and as the organizer of the Michigan Nones and Dones community. But I am moving that work to half time as I make space for these two new opportunities.
