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  • It’s Not Fair!

    While in active ministry, I always wanted to preach sermons based on social justice, but often shied away from them. When after being retired for one year, I was asked to preach at a church in the pastor’s absence. I think the sermon I wrote fits the title “Sermons I Was Not Brave Enough to Preach”. I used the scripture below.

    Matthew 20:1-16 The Laborers in the Vineyard

    20 “For the kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went out early in the morning to hire laborers for his vineyard. After agreeing with the laborers for a denarius for the day, he sent them into his vineyard. When he went out about nine o’clock, he saw others standing idle in the marketplace, and he said to them, ‘You also go into the vineyard, and I will pay you whatever is right.’ So they went. When he went out again about noon and about three o’clock, he did the same. And about five o’clock he went out and found others standing around, and he said to them, ‘Why are you standing here idle all day?’ They said to him, ‘Because no one has hired us.’ He said to them, ‘You also go into the vineyard.’ When evening came, the owner of the vineyard said to his manager, ‘Call the laborers and give them their pay, beginning with the last and then going to the first.’ When those hired about five o’clock came, each of them received a denarius. 10 Now when the first came, they thought they would receive more; but each of them also received a denarius. 11 And when they received it, they grumbled against the landowner, 12 saying, ‘These last worked only one hour, and you have made them equal to us who have borne the burden of the day and the scorching heat.’ 13 But he replied to one of them, ‘Friend, I am doing you no wrong; did you not agree with me for a denarius? 14 Take what belongs to you and go; I choose to give to this last the same as I give to you. 15 Am I not allowed to do what I choose with what belongs to me? Or are you envious because I am generous?’[a] 16 So the last will be first, and the first will be last.”[b]

                  

                   In my 30+ years of ordained ministry in Iowa, this parable of the Workers in the Vineyard has caused the most upset in church members than any other parable. Iowans are known for their work ethic and therefore find it extremely unfair that those workers who came to work in the vineyard late in the day were paid as much as those who started working early in the day.  When discussing this parable with church members, I could usually talk people down off their irate state by saying that the passage was an allegory used to talk about what the kin-dom (https://jannaldredgeclanton.com/kin-dom-vs-kingdom/) of God was like, or that it was about the abundant grace given to us by God.  

    I have preached on this parable many times, often emphasizing that God is not concerned about fairness, but about justice. In doing that, I hoped to inspire disciples of Jesus to be welcoming and live according to a higher ethic.  Before I ever preached on this myself, I heard a most profound sermon by an immigrant seminary professor based on this passage. After some soul-searching and education on racism in the United States and watching with horror how immigrants are treated, I wanted to prepare a sermon in the spirit of the seminary professor’s all those years ago:

    At 9:00 AM, in the 1700’s, Germans and the Scots-Irish arrived in great numbers. There was some skepticism about them from the first Europeans, but in a short amount of time, most were able to establish farms or businesses, so they were accepted.

     At noon, or in the 1800’s, Irish escaped subservience to the English, poverty, and famine by coming to the U.S. eastern coast, some moving farther west. On the West coast, those from China arrived. The Irish were considered an inferior “race”, many living in squalor while earlier arrivals enjoyed high status and wealth. The Chinese were put to dangerous work on the railroads.

     At 3:00 PM, in the 20th century, those from Italy, Russia, and Eastern Europe found their way to a better life in the U.S. with mixed reviews on their welcome. In the 1970’s into the early 1980’s, Vietnamese and other Southeast Asians were invited or otherwise found their way to the U.S., including Iowa.

     Finally, at 5:00 PM, or in the 2000’s, the greatest number of U.S. immigrants came from Mexico, South Asian and West Africa. Among the reasons they were drawn to the U.S. were escaping gang violence, fleeing from war, or seeking educational opportunities not found in their homeland. They are crucial components to the U.S.’s agricultural and construction economy and to our health care systems. Despite this, they are being rounded up, imprisoned and/ or deported.  

     If we were to compare the U.S. to the vineyard, or to the Kin-dom of God, and the vineyard owner being the ruler/rulers of the U.S., we could say that those who were here first resent that those who arrived later receive the same kind of and amount of benefits from living here.

    It gives me pause to examine my privilege, my prejudice, and my resentments. I also ask whether I, as a white second-generation U.S. born on one side of my family, and a 6th or 7th generation born on another side of the family, am truly welcoming to new people. Am I happy for them, or resentful of what they have received?  Do I contribute to or resist unjust practices and treatment of immigrants?

    If I believe as I pray with others in the Church “thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven”, then I can receive the grace and ability God gives me to exercise a radical hospitality and acceptance. These are building blocks of God’s kin-dom on earth.

    Another question that has come to my attention regarding the parable in Matthew 16 is if we compare the vineyard owner to God, and conclude that God is generous, why is God not equally generous? For example, why didn’t those who worked all day receive more per hour, just as the late in the day workers? All I can say, is that we don’t think like God, and we can trust that the grace that we receive from God is enough.

    We will never find the perfect allegory or fully understand the unorthodox actions and words of the vineyard owner, just as we can never fully understand the nature of and the words and actions of God. However, we can accept them.  We can rejoice that God’s kin-dom is wonderful beyond our comprehension, just and full of grace. 

    The kin-dom of God goes beyond our wildest dreams of what life and relationships can be like. The parable describes an unusual way of recruiting workers. The owner himself and not the manager, goes to the marketplace to recruit workers. In addition, the owner seems to be very unorganized, going four times during the day to get more workers. Consider that this owner of the vineyard didn’t have all that much work to be done, but was concerned about laborers needing money, so hired them. This is grace – love and acceptance without strings attached. It is not earned, but gifted.    

    I challenge myself, and you, to think differently about being and welcoming disciples, or workers, in this vineyard called life.  Think about what our communities would be like if we extended grace to others after the example of the vineyard owner!  If we are the ones seeking peace and acceptance from God, think about how you can stop trying to earn it, but accept the invitation from Christ to enter into it. God is generous beyond our deserving!

    As the vineyard owner invites laborers into the vineyard, God invites us into the kin-dom of God. Whether we are the first or the last to labor in the vineyard, we all receive abundant grace. The first and last become the same – “the first shall become the last and the last shall become the first (Matthew 20:16)”.

    Whether you are the first or the last to come to faith, the first or last to repent, the first or last to be born among us, the first or the last to commit to discipleship, you receive the grace of God according to your need.

  • Dear Representative

    The original title to my series is “Sermons I Would Have Preached Had I Been Brave Enough”. A retired pastor I often felt like I was holding back. However, I have not taken the time to do the full study and writing that I used to do. I have been writing to state and U.S. Representatives and Senators. The following is the last one I wrote to my U.S. Representative.

    I am writing out of extreme disappointment and concern for the lives of those in my family and community because of the approval of the “Big ‘Beautiful’ Bill”. More than once, you promised to preserve Medicaid coverage for Iowans and yet you voted to slash Medicaid. No matter how you choose to spin it, this bill will result in loss of coverage to millions of Americans, resulting in unnecessary illness and death.

    Those affected are real people with names, not just statistical probabilities. Many are those nursing home residents who are members of churches of which I was a pastor. I could have you go with me to visit them and explain to them and their adult children why their nursing home can no longer afford to stay open. In addition, those children whose only meal is school lunch and who will lose their eligibility for free lunch are not just numbers, they are children whose ability to learn and grow will be further hampered. I have a few names of these children in mind, and I would gladly introduce them to you and to their parents who are employed but sometimes have to skip meals so that their children can eat. I would ask that you tell them in person why you voted to have nutrition taken away from them. I also am a real person, not a “bot” who sends these emails. I would also ask that you come and tell my son and I that we no longer qualify for the ACA, and why I will likely have to dip into my son’s grandparents’ inheritance, which is now invested in the stock market, to afford health insurance to cover his life-preserving anti-depressants and psychotherapy.

    I am frustrated and tired of trying to convince my Representative and Senators to take the moral high ground, and to act with empathy and compassion, but I am not going away. I will continue to try to stop the oligarchy that is taking over the U.S. government and to interrupt the fascist path that President Trump and his Cabinet are taking us down and Congress aiding him to do so.

  • I Need Some Air

    Smothered, suppressed, gasping for breath – these are the experiences last week of a panic-attack prone and claustrophobic retired pastor. Free from scorn of church members and responsible only to Christ, I vowed I would be the social justice advocate I’ve always felt called to be. This week, though, I found my spirit depleted.

    First, it was targeted political killings with grand wishes for more. This coming from the land of Lake Woebegone of Prairie Home Companion fame, of the land of 10,000 lakes with even more kind and cooperative people! Then it was 50 + starving people per day shot to death trying to get food in order to live. Then it was the shutdown of the dedicated line to LGBTQIA+ youth in the federal 988 suicide hotline. Then it was the Supreme Court’s permission to make it illegal for trans youth to receive gender-affirming care. Then it was the temptation to kill more people with bigger bombs in another Mideast war. And, again, another disheartened crisis manager, wondering how many more beautiful young people are going to decide it is too hard to breathe in this world and decide to shut down their life.

    As my parents used to say, “I need some air”, for it was “too close in here”. They would solve the problem by opening a window. My opening of a window this week was to distract myself from all that was weighing heavy on me. So I swept a floor, unloaded a dishwasher, and sewed some bags for missions. I could breath more easily, but I needed more windows open, more air.

    I remembered a recent radio interview of a singer who said that music was received at a frequency that transcended language. I also remembered Romans 8:26, “Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness, for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words.” The Spirit, I thought, that breathed life into me and the world, the Spirit that breathed life into Christ’s followers, this Spirit could give me some space so that I could breath. This Spirit could give me some air.

    The poem of Mary Oliver once again spoke to me,

    “… Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
    And gave it up. And took my old body
    and went out into the morning,
    and sang”.

    And so I turned on Spotify and sang along when I could. I listened and sang to Holly Near songs I hadn’t for 35 years, like “We are a gentle, angry people, and we are singing, singing for our lives.” Where before I was singing it for other people who were singing for their lives, this week I was singing for my life. I also sang with Holly, “We will have peace. We will, because we must …”

    For me, and many others, the recent events and proclamations and actions are more than simple worries. They are threats to our safety and existence. Their cruelty slices to the heart. They are panic-worthy. Yet, as people of faith, let us not allow them to smother us into silence. We must not let them block the frequency of song. No one, no thing, can prevent the Spirit from interceding on our behalf.

    We need to open a window and give ourselves some breathing space. Then we can drink of the Spirit that helps us in our weakness and intercedes for us. Thus bolstered, we can sing through the worries, spreading salve to our souls and offering peace to a weary world.

  • Sermons I Would Have Preached Had I Been Brave Enough – Intro

    Since I am new at this blogging thing and I don’t see the article I wrote and posted about a week ago, I am trying again. If you are seeing this for a second time, please forgive me.

         I served as a pastor in the Iowa Annual Conference of the United Methodist Church beginning in 1990 and retiring in 2024. In that time I was appointed to two different ecumenical parishes of the Presbyterian Church, U.S.A. and the United Methodist Church, as solo pastor to small town and rural churches, as associate pastor in large urban (for Iowa) churches and as a nursing home chaplain. Except for the nine total years as associate pastor, I was in the pulpit every Sunday, meaning writing a lectionary-based sermon every week.

         In my ministry, I often felt restricted in my prophetic role and found it could conflict with my pastoral role. The adage that a preacher was to “comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable” was mostly not received well in my churches. I found that in all of my ministry settings, the people were unknowingly indoctrinated in civil religion and to equate militarism with patriotism and patriotism with Christianity. Also, even though the entire time I was in ministry, my denomination was embroiled in controversy regarding the role and acceptance of LGBTQIA+ folx, it wasn’t until 9 years prior to my retirement that I was appointed to a church willing to explore becoming a Reconciling Congregation. In my last appointment as solo pastor I was emboldened to pursue social justice. Yet… yet…the few times bringing up the pursuit of peace, wearing masks during a pandemic, or LGBTQIA+ inclusion brought criticism and caused me to hold back.

       I thought that if only I could be appointed to a progressive church I could preach how I really felt and what I really believed. Two different times when I was given the opportunity to request this, it was denied. Now that I am retired, I don’t have a desire to preach, at least regularly. I do feel a need to pursue social justice but don’t have a pulpit, or platform. It was suggested that I blog. Thus, this blog “Sermons I Would Have Written Had I Been Brave Enough.” I know that reading sermons can be dull, so if I find few or no readers, that is OK. I also anticipate that “sermon” will be a loose term. It may be more of an essay that is not based on a particular Biblical passage nor formatted like a typical sermon of mine. Perhaps it will be some creative writing on observations in nature that I occasionally write. Also, I have found in the first year of my retirement, I love writing when I am inspired to write, not because Sunday is coming around again. My posts may be inconsistent.

         I am hoping that my low technical aptitude will not get in the way of some therapeutic writing for me and some engagement from my readers. Here begins my sermonizing blogging.

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