Nurturing Faith

Nurturing Faith

It’s Complicated: Family as a Means of Grace - Part 2
May 11, 2025
2 Timothy 1:3-7

I’m reminded of your authentic faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice. I’m sure that this faith is also inside you. Because of this, I’m reminding you to revive God’s gift that is in you… God didn’t give us a spirit that is timid but one that is powerful, loving, and self-controlled.                         

2 Timothy 1:5-7

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Let’s be honest — families can be complicated. While many experience love and support at home, others carry deep wounds from strained, broken, or absent relationships. Even strong families often have dynamics that are difficult or painful. Some, like my own, find deeper connection with adopted or chosen families who walk with us more closely than blood relatives.

Yet phrases like “blood is thicker than water” can still haunt us, often used to shame or guilt those whose biological ties fall short. But the original version of that phrase — dating back to 12th-century Germany —  actually reads: “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.” It referred to bonds formed between soldiers in battle, calling for a loyalty  deeper than even that of a brother. Jesus suggests  a similar idea when he asked, “Who is my mother? Who are my brothers?” and answered his own question by pointing to those who do God’s will (Mark 3:33–35).

For Timothy, we see a beautiful legacy of faith passed down through his mother and grandmother. We give thanks for families like these who nurture faith and encourage the next generation. But for those who did not inherit such a legacy — or whose families have been a source of pain — the church must be a refuge, not a source of guilt or shame.

We also recognize that mothering is not limited to biology. Scripture is full of women who nurtured faith in others — Deborah, Ruth, Hannah, Mary, Priscilla — and countless unnamed women who formed and sustained the early church. Many in our own communities offer that same care: Sunday school teachers, youth mentors, spiritual directors, neighbors, and friends. To mother someone is to invest, to guide, to love sacrificially and that calling belongs to many.

In Christ, the Spirit forms a new family — a covenant community where belonging is not based on DNA but on grace. Biological families can be a beautiful part of that, but so can those formed by friendship, faith, or shared struggle. The so-called “ideal family” of mid-20th-century America was always more myth than reality. Today’s families are as diverse as the people who form them: single parents, co-parents, blended households, chosen families, and those who are single by choice or circumstance. All of them matter.

The church is called to be a the kind of family people may have missed elsewhere — a place of welcome, healing, and hope. When we show up for each other in times of loss and celebration, when we speak truth in love, when we pass on wisdom or offer a listening ear, we become spiritual kin. In a world that often isolates, the family of God is meant to embrace.

On this Mother’s Day, we honor the women who lead and love — mothers, grandmothers, mentors, spiritual mothers, and faithful friends. And we reaffirm our calling as the household of God, where every family has a place, and no one walks alone. In our Father’s house, there are many rooms—and together, we are learning how to live as one.

Thank you for following my sermon blog here at “Echo”. For deeper reflections on God and faith in everyday life, be sure to subscribe to my new Substack - “Reflections of Something”. Hope to see you there!

Life as a Musical: Tuning our Hearts to Sing God's Grace

Life as a Musical: Tuning Our Hearts to Sing God’s Grace

April 27, 2025 - Hymn Sing Sunday
Colossians 3:15-17

The word of Christ must live in you richly. Teach and warn each other with all wisdom by singing psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs. Sing to God with gratitude in your hearts.  Whatever you do, whether in speech or action, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus and give thanks to God the Father through him.                

 Colossians 3:16-17

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John Wesley and his brother Charles were prolific hymn writers who believed singing was central to the ministry of the gospel. They produced multiple hymn collections, including Wesley Hymns and the Collection of Psalms and Hymns, which were widely distributed among early Methodists. Wesley strongly encouraged every home to have a hymnal, envisioning singing not just as part of Sunday worship, but as a way to maintain a spiritual rhythm throughout the week.

“Sing all, sing heartily and with good courage,” Wesley wrote. “Lift up your voice with strength. Be no more afraid of your voice now, nor more ashamed of its being heard, than when you sang the songs of Satan” (first published in Sacred Harmony, 1781). For Wesley, music was not about performance, but about presence — offering one’s whole self to God through song.

A worship leader I knew in college once told a story about a piano that had one horribly out-of-tune key. It drove him crazy, until he sensed God asking, “What if that note is the only one in tune, and the rest of the piano is off?” Of course, the whole piano wasn’t out of tune, but the question lingered. What if what we assume to be “off” is actually the voice of the Spirit, trying to get our attention?

Sometimes, our lives of faith can drift out of tune, off key from God’s purposes, out of rhythm with God’s grace. Singing together helps bring us back, grounding us in truth and harmony with the Spirit. As Paul wrote to the Colossians, we are called to “teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit… and whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus.”

Life is a bit like a musical — one person starts singing, and somehow, everyone else joins in, singing and dancing as if they’ve always known the song. It defies logic but reveals something deeply true: music has the power to draw us into something larger than ourselves. In the same way, as we join our voices with others in worship, we are drawn into something greater,  becoming more fully part of one another and the body of Christ. Music weaves our individual stories into a shared narrative of grace, hope, and redemption.

“Above all, sing spiritually,” Wesley urged. “Have an eye to God in every word you sing… see that your heart is not carried away with the sound, but offered to God continually.”  May our singing today not only fill this space, but draw us more fully into the Spirit’s harmony, tuning our lives to God and to one another.

Come Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise!

Feel free to join us in our Celebration of Music below:

Everything [in] between Grief & Hope

Everything [in] between Grief & Hope

Everything [in] between: Part 7
Series based on the Narrative Lectionary & Sanctified Art
April 13, 2025 - Easter Sunday
John 20:11-18, Luke 24:1-12

Very early in the morning on the first day of the week, the women went to the tomb, bringing the fragrant spices they had prepared.  They found the stone rolled away from the tomb,  but when they went in, they didn’t find the body of the Lord Jesus.  They didn’t know what to make of this. Suddenly, two men were standing beside them in gleaming bright clothing.  The women were frightened and bowed their faces toward the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead?  He isn’t here, but has been raised. Remember what he told you while he was still in Galilee,  that the Human One must be handed over to sinners, be crucified, and on the third day rise again.”  Then they remembered his words.  When they returned from the tomb, they reported all these things to the eleven and all the others.  It was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the other women with them who told these things to the apostles.  Their words struck the apostles as nonsense, and they didn’t believe the women.  But Peter ran to the tomb. When he bent over to look inside, he saw only the linen cloth. Then he returned home, wondering what had happened.

Luke 24:1-12 (CEB)

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Reflections written by Rev. Jeff Chu

Grief is liminal, not terminal

What makes an ember of hope flare up into a revivifying fire?

Sometimes it’s a memory.

Then they remembered his words, Luke says of the women who had brought burial spices to Jesus’ tomb. It took outside help, in the form of two angels, and it wasn’t instantaneous. First there was terror, because it’s not every day that otherworldly visitors come calling. But then they received a gentle word: Remember.

Sometimes it’s a testimony.

The spark of the women’s story gave Peter just enough hope to get up, run to the tomb, and seek more for himself.

Sometimes neither memory nor testimony will feel sufficient. The cold cloak of grief may still be too thick, as it was for Jesus’ other friends. To them, the women’s story was λῆρος (leros). My Bible translates that Greek word as “an idle tale,” but I think that lacks oomph. Really, it might be better rendered “nonsense” or “the mutterings of the delirious.”

The other apostles’ incredulity feels so relatable to me, especially in the context of our contemporary lives. In a world beset by so much sorrow, so much suffering, and so much heartbreak, a glimmer of good news can have such a hard time breaking my gloom. A glimpse of beauty, a flash of loveliness, can feel like foolishness amidst so much bad news.

This isn’t to say, of course, that it’s wrong to sit with grief. Our grief deserves our attention, because mourning is a bittersweet memento of love. We need not rank our griefs either. Even when it comes to the pettiest, tiniest things, we need to grieve so that we can make room for the better.

There’s the key, though: our grief cannot become our everything. With memory, testimony, and time, we can recognize that grief is liminal, not terminal. And it need not crowd out other truths: that we have loved and been loved. That we are not alone. That there is still hope in the land of the living. 

A New Space for Reflection

Over the years, this blog has become a place to share sermons and scriptural reflections — glimpses of the ongoing work God is doing in me and, I hope, through me. It is a joy to connect with so many of you through these weekly messages.

Lately, though, I’ve felt a pull to create something alongside this space. A quieter place. A space not just for preaching, but for pondering. For wrestling. For slowing down.

That’s why I’ve launched a new Substack newsletter called Reflections of Something. It’s a companion to this blog, but with a slightly different purpose: to invite deeper thinking and inner transformation. To offer fresh perspectives on scripture, spiritual formation, and the complexity of life and faith in today’s world.

At Reflections of Something, you will find:

• Honest reflections on faith and spiritual formation.

• Thought-provoking discussions on the intersection of faith and culture.

• Insights into church life, ministry, and discipleship.

• Personal stories and reflections that invite deeper conversations.

I’ll continue to post sermons here, but if you’re interested in occasional, more personal reflections, I’d love for you to subscribe and follow along.

You can find Reflections of Something here:
👉 https://reflectionsofsomething.substack.com

The welcome post is already up, and I’ll begin sharing new pieces twice a month starting in May.

No pressure, of course. Just an invitation—if you find yourself craving a little more space to reflect.

Grace and peace,
Craig

Everything [in] between Shouting & Silence

Everything [in] between Shouting & Silence

Everything [in] between: Part 6
Series based on the Narrative Lectionary & Sanctified Art
April 13, 2025
Luke 19:29-40

As Jesus approached the road leading down from the Mount of Olives, the whole throng of his disciples began rejoicing. They praised God with a loud voice because of all the mighty things they had seen.  They said,

“Blessings on the king who comes in the name of the Lord.
    Peace in heaven and glory in the highest heavens.”

Some of the Pharisees from the crowd said to Jesus, “Teacher, scold your disciples! Tell them to stop!”

He answered, “I tell you, if they were silent, the stones would shout.”

Luke 19:37-40 (CEB)

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Reflections written by Dr. Mindy McGarrah Sharp

Stones have seen a thing or two. Grabbed in rage, they’ve absorbed the shock of violence. Balanced in meditative towers, they’ve marked graves and birthed centering peace.

In an Arizona courthouse, I wasn’t thinking about stones. I was thinking about students’ passionate shouts and silent death stares. We had traveled to the borderlands to listen in a place about which there is much shouting and even more silencing. A most progressive student and a most conservative student grudgingly traveled together, carrying histories of screams and silences into that courthouse.

In the pre-trial explanation, we heard that doors would open, and we would all rise. But this would be no triumphal entry, no cloak-lined path, no donkey willingly lent from a neighbor, no rejoicing. Just hand sanitizer and instructions: Silence! No photography!

We were entering Operation Streamline’s public gallery, the daily hearing where up to eighty humans are tried en-masse for immigration violations. Since 2005, this has continued through Democratic and Republican administrations. Chained by ankle, wrist, and waist, human beings walk to a judge six-by-six, clanging, pleading. It would be over in under an hour, and then we'd go on about our day.

Unexpectedly, the polarized students joined voices: This cannot be! One quoted scripture: the Imago Dei, neighbor love, caring for strangers, remembering Jesus’ own journey as a migrant. The other quoted law: due process, presumption of innocence, amnesty, constitutional rights. Between stony silences and snarky shouts arose some solidarity. Together, they witnessed what we humans can do to each other and the lengths we go to make it all make sense.

Bearing witness complicates things. Divisive soundbites crumble, north and south get confused. But, stones certainly know the violence, graves, and peace prayers held in this sacred, desecrated land.

On a borrowed donkey from a gracious neighbor, on crowd-sourced paths accompanied by loud rejoicing, Jesus wept on arrival, knowing full well what we humans are capable of doing to each other. He rode right into what stones have seen: criminalization and death -dealing decisions, dehumanization and denial of dignity, disregard for expansive beauty.

     What would stones shout?

     What do you shout?

     What do you silence?

Everything [in] between Righteousness & Mercy

Everything [in] between Righteousness & Mercy

Everything [in] between: Part 5
Series based on the Narrative Lectionary & Sanctified Art
April 6, 2025
Luke 19:1-10

Jesus entered Jericho and was passing through town.  A man there named Zacchaeus, a ruler among tax collectors, was rich.  He was trying to see who Jesus was, but, being a short man, he couldn’t because of the crowd.  So he ran ahead and climbed up a sycamore tree so he could see Jesus, who was about to pass that way.  When Jesus came to that spot, he looked up and said, “Zacchaeus, come down at once. I must stay in your home today.”  So Zacchaeus came down at once, happy to welcome Jesus.

Everyone who saw this grumbled, saying, “He has gone to be the guest of a sinner.”

Zacchaeus stopped and said to the Lord, “Look, Lord, I give half of my possessions to the poor. And if I have cheated anyone, I repay them four times as much.”

Jesus said to him, “Today, salvation has come to this household because he too is a son of Abraham. The Human One came to seek and save the lost.”

Luke 19:1-10 (CEB)

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 Reflections by Rev. Jeff Chu

“God has a really bad habit of using people we don’t approve of,” Rachel Held Evans once said. “What makes the gospel offensive is not who it keeps out, but who it lets in.”

I might tweak Evans’s formulation and put it this way: God has a really bad habit of loving people we don’t approve of. Or maybe this: God has a really bad habit of showing mercy to people we don’t approve of.

Or maybe: God has a really bad habit of extending grace to people we don’t approve of.

All are true, as is evident in Jesus’s encounter with Zacchaeus.  In those times, tax collectors were loathed. The phrase “tax collectors and sinners” appears multiple times in Matthew, Mark, and Luke, and in one testy exchange with the chief priests and elders, Jesus tosses a rhetorical grenade into their midst, saying, “The tax collectors and the prostitutes are going into the kingdom of God ahead of you.”

Tax collectors were stooges of the Roman Empire. They betrayed their own people and enriched  themselves in service to the oppressor. And Zacchaeus was no average corrupt bureaucrat. He’d amassed immense wealth, climbing on others’ backs to the rank of chief tax collector. In other words, he was a senior deplorable.

So it especially galled the gathered crowds that, of everyone clamoring for Jesus’s attention that day in Jericho, he would choose to stay with that man. Can you believe it?

The good teacher would want to be in the home of that despicable, unrepentant sinner? I say “unrepentant” because, before Jesus invites himself over, the vertically challenged Zacchaeus has done nothing except climb a tree to get a better view, again setting himself apart from his people. He hasn’t admitted wrongdoing, resigned his position, or confessed his sin. Still, Jesus says, I will abide with you.

It’s striking that Jesus never called Zacchaeus out — no loud shaming, no public humiliation. Rather, this seems like the gentlest calling-in. Faced with Jesus’ tender warmth, Zacchaeus descends from the tree, rejoins the people, and immediately pledges restitution — a two-pronged act of reconciliation with both God and neighbor.

Confirmation of this remarkable turnabout comes in Jesus’s declaration: “Today salvation has come to this house.” Our ears might be tempted to hear an absolution of individual sin. But Jesus says “to this house,” not “to this man,” which hints at something broader. The Greek word σωτηρία (soteria), translated here as “salvation,” also means “deliverance.” Woven into σωτηρία is a suggestion not just of cleansing but also of wholeness. In the communal culture of Jesus’ day, salvation meant the wholeness derived from belonging. By repenting, Zacchaeus had been delivered from broken relationship with his people back into the wholeness of community.

We can’t know how Zacchaeus would have responded if Jesus had instead tried loud condemnation. We do know that what worked was winsome grace, gentle mercy, and a love so attentive — and so offensive — that it healed.

Everything [in] between Lost & Found

Everything [in] between Lost & Found

Everything [in] between: Part 4
Series based on the Narrative Lectionary & Sanctified Art
March 30, 2025
Luke 15:1-7

All the tax collectors and sinners were gathering around Jesus to listen to him.  The Pharisees and legal experts were grumbling, saying, “This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.”

Jesus told them this parable:  “Suppose someone among you had one hundred sheep and lost one of them. Wouldn’t he leave the other ninety-nine in the pasture and search for the lost one until he finds it?  And when he finds it, he is thrilled and places it on his shoulders.  When he arrives home, he calls together his friends and neighbors, saying to them, ‘Celebrate with me because I’ve found my lost sheep.’  In the same way, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who changes both heart and life than over ninety-nine righteous people who have no need to change their hearts and lives.

Luke 15:1-7 (CEB)

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This week I had the honor of serving as a pastor on a 3-Day Spiritual Retreat and did not preach a regular sermon. However, please enjoy this week’s reflections from our current series from Dr. Mindy McGarrah Sharp posted below. Check back next week for my message on Everything [in] between Righteousness & Mercy.

reflections written by: Dr. Mindy McGarrah Sharp

Maybe none are found until all are found

 “I’ve found my voice!” The class beamed with excitement, sharing in palpable joy. This student had been quiet for years, almost never speaking. One day, they spoke, then again, building steam throughout the semester, deepening their vocal participation and contributing mightily to collective learning.

“How did I not know about this?” asked another student in a different class. They had been studying for years and had already devoted countless hours to
various ministries. “Now that I found this out, I am free! And I am also mad!” That class joined in palpable joy and righteous anger.

How did these students find their voice and freedom? Both exclaimed that the assigned reading invited them in, showing that their voices were welcome, their
freedom was at hand, and that people who look like them have been calling them through generations to find their voice and freely join the conversation.

For a teacher, bearing witness to a student who finds their voice is joyous. With newfound courage, freer students glow. What they did or didn’t realize was lost is now found! The whole room shifts when a voice found adds something to the group that was lost without them. When a found voice claims its rightful power, there is almost always rejoicing.

But it’s also maddening. Voices aren’t disembodied utterings, but embodied precious people worthy of being heard. Bearing witness to the joy of found voices also bears witness to obliviousness that voices were missing. Even with deep conviction and contrition, it’s painful when the almost-always-heard realize they never noticed anyone missing in readings, historical genealogies, or learning environments.

I assign readings from often-invisibilized theologians who honor their mentors, one generation to the next across multiple generations. These readings also clearly describe the finding of the authors' own unique and powerful voices.

Tracing generations of Asian Feminist, Womanist, Liberationist scholars in theological trajectories teaches about the kind of mentoring it takes to help scholars find their voices. Readings themselves become mentors to many students, including the two mentioned here.   

While diverse representation in readings is just a start, it’s not enough. I seek to read what has existed for generations, but has been left out, lost, unread,
unpreached, unassigned, unknown. Who noticed? Who searched?

One commentator suggests calling this the parable of the found instead of the lost sheep because this search continues until the final finding. It doesn’t stop, doesn’t tire of noticing the missing. Have you found your voice? Have you found your freedom? Have you found your anger? Have you found your joy?

Maybe none of us are found until all of us are found. Whose voices have you not yet noticed? Which ones are missing, unread, unpreached, unheard? What search parties have you joined? What joy it will be to bear witness to the deep calling of finding all voices!

Everything [in] between Rest & Growth

Everything [in] between Rest & Growth

Everything [in] between: Part 3
Series based on the Narrative Lectionary & Sanctified Art
March 23, 2025
Luke 13:6-9

Jesus told this parable: “A man owned a fig tree planted in his vineyard. He came looking for fruit on it and found none. He said to his gardener, ‘Look, I’ve come looking for fruit on this fig tree for the past three years, and I’ve never found any. Cut it down! Why should it continue depleting the soil’s nutrients?’  The gardener responded, ‘Lord, give it one more year, and I will dig around it and give it fertilizer. Maybe it will produce fruit next year; if not, then you can cut it down.’”

Luke 13:6-9 (CEB)

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 Reflections written by Rev. Jeff Chu

Slow down. Do your part. Remember the promise.

Two years ago, I planted asparagus crowns. The farmer who sold them to me said, “You know you’ll have to wait a couple of years to harvest, right?”

Of course I did. I had Googled: “how to grow  asparagus.”

Still, the next spring, when a slender spear rose from the midst of the previous autumn’s fallen leaves, I could barely restrain myself from harvesting it. I immediately imagined charring asparagus, and squeezing some lemon and grating some parmesan over the top.  Ooh — and how about a slightly runny fried egg?

Then I remembered the farmer’s counsel: “You know you’ll have to wait a couple of years to harvest, right?”

After briefly congratulating myself for my self-control, I tucked my dream back into the vault of future possibility. It wasn’t yet time for our homegrown  asparagus. It needed that year, then another, to  concentrate on its largely invisible labor: finding purchase in the soil, extending its roots, gathering strength to flourish.

Like my asparagus, the fig tree can’t be rushed. Jesus’ original, agriculturally sophisticated audience would have known that a fig seedling needs several years to bear fruit. They might even have found the vineyard owner’s question laughable. They would have understood that absence of fruit on a young tree wasn’t a sign of failure. Maturity requires time and care, attention and patience. It has always struck me as odd that a common reading of this parable imagines the vineyard owner to be God. (Such is our temptation toward hierarchical thinking that the most seemingly powerful figure in a parable must always be God.) That interpretation runs up against our belief that God is “slow to anger and abounding with steadfast love.” And surely a call to faithful waiting seems more apt and necessary for God’s ever-impatient people. As God reminds Habakkuk, “There is still a vision for the appointed time. . . . If it seems to tarry, wait for it. It will surely come.”

Faithful waiting doesn’t mean doing nothing: The gardener waters, weeds, and fertilizes. And modern science is teaching us what happens in the meantime. Contrary to the peevish vineyard owner’s assertion, nothing is wasted. Down below, the fig tree isn’t just gathering strength; it’s also building relationships.
Soilborne fungi are finding home in its roots, boosting the tree’s capacity to resist disease and take in nutrients.

In return, the tree feeds the fungi. Perhaps this parable is better read as a gentle rebuke against those of us who are all too comfortable with our on-demand, instant-gratification culture—and who believe the lie that we can control more than we actually do. Perhaps, too, this parable was a word that Jesus needed to preach to his very human self. After all, he’s the one who, in Matthew and Mark, curses a fig tree for failing to give him fruit when he wants it.

Perhaps this is our invitation: Slow down. Do your part. Remember the promise.

Whether asparagus or fig, the harvest will come.

Everything [in] between Faith & Works

Everything [in] between Faith & Works

Everything [in] between: Part 2
Series based on the Narrative Lectionary & Sanctified Art
March 16, 2025
Luke 10:38-42

While Jesus and his disciples were traveling, Jesus entered a village where a woman named Martha welcomed him as a guest.  She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to his message.  By contrast, Martha was preoccupied with getting everything ready for their meal. So Martha came to him and said, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to prepare the table all by myself? Tell her to help me.”

The Lord answered, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things.  One thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the better part. It won’t be taken away from her.”

Luke 10:38-42 (CEB)

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Reflections written by Dr. Mindy McGarrah Sharp

“Are you a Mary or a Martha?” is the wrong question. This familiar question reminds me of two former bosses. The first valued photographable work: build something tangible, make something quickly, sell something profitably. Don’t just stand there, do something!  The second valued relational depth and learning across differences: linger with people, let it disrupt other tasks, for this is the work. Don’t just do something, sit there!

The first go-getter had portfolios of success, but lacked depth and mutuality. The second sit-with-er had stories, but no material buildings to show for it. Which is better? 

At first glance, this text forces an either/or, especially when we read Jesus’ words with dripping condescension in translations that choose “the better part” to describe Mary’s actions (Luke 10:42). Should we be a workhorse or build relationships? Surely, no one has time to always do both well.

Recall what happens in Luke just before. When asked about what a disciple has to do, Jesus’ Good Samaritan story screams, “Don’t just stand there (or pass by), do something!” Receiving Martha’s frustrated question about unshared labor (where theological education was being counter-culturally offered to a woman), Jesus appears to scold, “Don’t just do something, stand (or sit) there!”

This could lead to a simple discernment—one choice better, one worse: choose better. But, when we read the Good Samaritan alongside this text, we see that Jesus blesses both: do something and sit there.

Further, Mary and Martha are sisters. They’re related. My second boss was right about working hard for right relationship. My first boss was onto something too: what are you making together?

Rather than showing which is better, my back-to-back bosses raise deep questions about productivity and
relationality. “Are you a Mary or a Martha?” is the wrong question.

What might it look like to shift our imagination from the ever-tempting mode of sibling rivalry — aiming to
outdo each other, a tendency found in sacred texts and in contemporary families, cultures, and countries?

What might a faith/works, works/faith healthy sibling relationship look like? What practices and habits would that require?

Decades after two very different bosses, I still have questions. What kind of relationships do the works we produce, photograph, and celebrate reflect? Is there shared labor and fair compensation?  Does everyone get enough time and space to rest, reflect, and learn? Is theological education accessible to everyone across genders, sexualities, races, nationalities, abilities, ages, and every other difference?  How would we know?  What new work could we create together with the benefit of sitting with each other, listening and learning each other’s stories?

Don’t just work, reflect on what your faith requires: sit and listen.

Don’t just rest in faith, put it to work: respond through just relational networks.

Repeat.

Everything [in] between Stranger & Neighbor

Everything [in] between Stranger & Neighbor

Everything [in] between: Part 1
Series based on the Narrative Lectionary & Sanctified Art
March 9, 2025
Luke 10:25-37

But the legal expert wanted to prove that he was right, so he said to Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

Jesus replied, “A man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho. He encountered thieves, who stripped him naked, beat him up, and left him near death.  Now it just so happened that a priest was also going down the same road. When he saw the injured man, he crossed over to the other side of the road and went on his way.  Likewise, a Levite came by that spot, saw the injured man, and crossed over to the other side of the road and went on his way.  A Samaritan, who was on a journey, came to where the man was. But when he saw him, he was moved with compassion.  The Samaritan went to him and bandaged his wounds, tending them with oil and wine. Then he placed the wounded man on his own donkey, took him to an inn, and took care of him.  The next day, he took two full days’ worth of wages and gave them to the innkeeper. He said, ‘Take care of him, and when I return, I will pay you back for any additional costs.’  What do you think? Which one of these three was a neighbor to the man who encountered thieves?”

Then the legal expert said, “The one who demonstrated mercy toward him.”

Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”

Luke 10:26-37 (CEB)

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In light of current American Foreign Policy that seems to be increasingly alienating our long time neighbors and allies around the globe, the parable of the Good Samaritan just hits differently this time through. It’s hard to talk about sacrificing so much for a stranger when we can’t even support those we’ve always considered friends.

Perhaps a slightly different take on this famous parable would be more representative of our present moment. See what you think…

The Parable of the Great Benefactor

A certain man was returning home and along the way he was attacked by thieves. They beat him, took everything he had, and departed, leaving him half dead.

Now by chance, a merchant from the great Eastern kingdom passed that way. He saw the man lying in the dust but turned his eyes away, saying, "This is not my concern, for my trade must not be disrupted. Let him fend for himself." And he passed by on the other side.

Likewise, a religious leader from the Western lands, known for his wisdom and many councils, came and looked upon the man. He furrowed his brow and said, "This is indeed a most troubling situation. I shall write about his plight, hold discussions, and offer my deepest regrets. But as for caring for his wounds, or shelter for his weary head, that is beyond my means." And so he too passed by on the other side.

But as the man lay in his suffering, behold, a great and mighty Benefactor came upon him, adorned in fine robes, surrounded by attendants who carried his words to the multitudes. He looked upon the man, and as he peered closer, a smile curled upon his lips.

"Ah," said the Benefactor, "I know you. Have I not helped you before? And yet here you are again, weak and dependent, always in need, always asking for more. Tell me, why have you not lifted yourself up? Should a man not stand upon his own feet? Are you to be forever a beggar, leaning upon the kindness of others?"

And the man, though weary and weak, lifted his voice and said, "Great sir, I am grateful beyond measure. But I am wounded and alone. I cannot rise on my own."

But the Benefactor shook his head, saying, "No, I have not heard the gratitude I deserve. You have received much from me, yet I see no sufficient praise. Have I not spoken of your suffering before kings and rulers? Have I not declared my wish for peace? And yet, you ask for more."

The man groaned, his breath faint, but the Benefactor continued, "Perhaps I shall help you, but first, tell me this—what shall I gain in return? For I am weary of carrying burdens not my own."

And his attendants murmured among themselves, saying, "Is it not true that this man has made poor choices? Has he not invited his misfortune?" And another added, "Should he not first show himself worthy? For we do not cast our pearls before swine."

So the Benefactor stood over the man and spoke boldly, "We want the suffering to end," yet he gave him nothing for his wounds, nor did he offer him a way to safety. Instead, he turned to the crowd that gathered and declared, "Let all see how merciful I am, for I have come to him in his hour of need."

Then he departed on his way, and the man was left as he was, wounded and forsaken.

And Jesus said, "Which of these, do you think, was a neighbor to the man who fell among robbers?"

And they answered, "Surely not the one who spoke of mercy but gave nothing."

Then Jesus turned to the powerful who had ears to hear and said:

"Woe to you who hoard riches and say, ‘I have done enough,’ while the poor languish at your gates. Woe to you who give with one hand and take with the other, who proclaim peace yet make demands of the suffering. Woe to you who tie up heavy burdens and lay them on others, but will not lift a finger to help. You devour the weak with your policies and call yourselves merciful. You pass by the broken and say, ‘It is not my concern,’ and yet you love to be called righteous.

Have you not read? ‘He who oppresses the poor shows contempt for his Maker, but whoever is kind to the needy honors Him’? Have you not heard? ‘Is not this the fast I have chosen—to loose the chains of injustice, to set the oppressed free, to share your bread with the hungry?’ You honor me with your lips, but your hearts are far from me!

But I say to you, blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice, for they shall be filled. For the day is coming when the first shall be last, and the last shall be first, when the mighty shall be cast down, and the humble lifted up. Go, therefore, and do justice, love mercy, and walk humbly with your God."

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Luke 6:24, Amos 6:1, Matthew 23:4, Isaiah 10:1-2, Proverbs 14:31, Isaiah 58:6-7, Matthew 15:8, Matthew 5:6-7, Matthew 20:16, Luke 1:52, Micah 6:8