Achoo! Bless you…
There are not very many ways we refer to the act of blessing these
days. Sure, we understand very well what it means to have something
happen or be given to us such that we “count our blessings.” But
passing on a special, deep, nearly physical, spiritual blessing is not
really part of what we do much. About the closest thing is the quaint
asking the parents of your intended if they will “give their blessing”
to your marriage. Sometimes we joke that we want a committee’s
“blessing” to start a new project. We tend to think of that as both a
permission to go ahead and as an expression of support, psychologically
and sometimes practically.
Biblically and in olden times,
there was a significant transfer of power and authorization and a
passing of autonomy to the blessed person from the blessor. Think of
Jacob diverting Isaac’s blessing from Esau. Jacob became the primary
inheritor of Isaac’s possessions and power instead of the firstborn. To
be blessed was to have a piece of the blessor detached, as it were, to
you and your use, almost a living inheritance.
This Sunday
we encounter Matthew’s account of Jesus’ preaching on the mountain to
the crowds, focusing on what we call the Beatitudes. “Blessed are
the….” Jesus’ spin is his selection of unlikely recipients for God’s
blessing. Then as now, people call the shining examples, the sports
heroes, the titans of business, the entertainment stars the blessed of
society. Jesus elevates the meek, the poor, the hungry, the persecuted,
the least of society. Those are the ones singled out for
God’s special blessing. This fits Jesus’ prophecies of the coming
divine inversion of top and bottom. Those now well-off will get knocked
down a peg while the down-and-out will be elevated, will be blessed by
God. (Luke 6 has corresponding “Woes” to emphasize this point.) For
many of us in the progressive mainline traditions, this leads to
outreach, service, assistance, and advocacy for the least of our
neighbors as we seek to be the hands of God touching and blessing those
Jesus calls blest. If you look at the annual report, you can see how by
personal involvement, church programming, and contributions, we take
this very, very seriously at First Congregational. We are the conduits
for Jesus blessing the poor, the mourning, the meek, the hungering and
thirsting (for righteousness, but also truly hungering and thirsting
through Feed My Starving Children and the Kitchen Cupboard and through
Agua Clara water projects).
And, we pray, by sharing blessings with others, we, too, will receive God’s secondary blessing. Pass blessings along!
In Christ,
David
This
is “Scouting Sunday,” and while I’m not as familiar with your way of
celebrating Boy Scouting and Girl Scouting, I’ve always encouraged
everyone who participates or has participated in some form of scouting
to show off scouting “stuff,” whether from the US or other nationality.
Maybe your old uniform doesn’t fit, but if you have something you can
bring to show our children, that would be cool! Or bring an emblem,
pin, or other jewelry. I’d love it if you could bring a sash— even if
the badges are hot-glued on instead of sewn. Scouting is an important
blessing to many in this congregation; let’s celebrate!
Texts For Sunday Worship:
From the Hebrew Bible Micah 6:1-8
From the Epistles 1 Corinthians 1:18-31
From the Gospels Matthew 5:1-12
David, wanted to leave a comment about the "Salt" one, which is the first one that showed up in my email - so typical of your down-to-earth, rich, metaphorical, teaching
ReplyDeletestyle that tells it like it is and can reach people where I/we/they are; me being a cancer patient stuck in my apt. except for driving on those salty rds. to Ithaca appts., us, knowing you from 3 yrs. of your salty care and wisdom and guidance of the McLean church; thanks for this blog, which as a friend of our used to say is like "grist for the mill . . ." One of our dearest McLean families, now long gone, lived on Salt Rd. in Groton, and I never knew the history, til my now life partner then living in Metropolitan NY explained it to me . . . We so value your way of, like a good baker, combining the ingredients of the nitty gritty of life that you drive by as you commute, with the nitty gritty of what Jesus' life was all about, with what our life times' are meant to be all about when you really get down to the day to day substance of it, which believe me, when you have a terminal illness, it gets really put into perspective.
Thanks for this blog. And for being the kind of minister you are, including reaching out to the "unchurched . . ." keep em comin!"