Hey, Buddy, Got A Dollar?

Isaiah 55:1-5

During a workshop I attended this past summer, the topic of how we know what is important to an organization. We were told not to watch commercials on TV or listen to the words on the radio. We were also reminded not to only look at the words and actions of the leaders or representatives of the organization.  What we were told was to look at how that organization spends its money.

Where their money is, we were told, is where their heart is.

The speaker went on to give us just one example. Last year the United States spent 4% of its budget on education, while it spent 21% of its budget on military defense. Seems a little lopsided to me.

This kind of financial decision-making also makes its way into our society. I know of families whose parents drive expensive SUVs and wear nice jewelry, making sure their kids wear $150 pair of shoes and $50 tshirts, while at the same time their kids don't have any money for lunch or come to school with basic school supplies. It seems we've become a people where how we look to others is more important than what we can do for others, or ourselves.

Please don't take me the wrong way. I'm all for consumerism, it's the basis for our economy. All I'm trying to say is that we might want to prioritize how we spend that money. Our kids need a good education and they need to be able to eat a healthy meal during the school day to keep their energy up. In the same way, there are people in our society who need things so as to simply have a basic living; such as housing, clothes, and medical assistance.

I mean, why should we spend our money on the things that really don't matter.

Ho! Wicked!

Psalm 145:8-9, 14-21

A pastor I worked with several years ago once asked me how I explain the judgment of God to teenagers. I honestly had no answer. It never occurred to me that God was judgmental. I actually still don't think God judges people, but, it's a theme found in the bible and as such it's a theme that needs to be dealt with at some point.

Many times we hear through the Psalms that God is great -  "merciful and compassionate,
very patient, and full of faithful love." We also hear how judgmental God can be, as in the 20th verse of today's Psalm where God destroys all wicked person.

Wicked. Such a vastly defined, and subjectively defined, word. What is wicked, what constitutes a wicked person?

The Hebrew word translated into wicked is rasha' which actually means someone who is guilty of a crime. And according to the laws of the Hebrew people, as well as all civilized nations of that time and this, people were not considered guilty without a fair process which included the ability to prove their innocence.

In other words, one is considered good until and unless they are proven beyond a doubt to be bad. Even then, one who is thought to be bad can always become good. That is how civilized peoples treat one another, and is how God will treat you.

God is not quick to convict. God gives us every chance to do what is right. If we continue to make the same mistakes over and over, however, bad things are going to happen, but, and I believe this deeply, it is not God who condemns. The "judgment" which happens to us is a result of our decisions and our actions. God does all God can to show us the right path, it's up to us to travel it.

Too Many Choices Is A Good Thing

Matthew 13:31-33, 44-52

One of the best things about living in Hawaii is that from the time we are born we're exposed to communities of diversity. People of varied religions, races, and socio-economic situations lived together, shopped in the same stores, went to the same schools, and played in the parks and streets together. To be honest, I didn't realize there were differences which divided people until well into my teens.

We just didn't grow up that way. My best friend was Filipino/Portuguese. My neighbor was Japanese. Across the street lived a Chinese family. I played marbles with a Hawaiian. All of my friends and neighbors had families that worked as waitresses, bank tellers, laborers, mail deliverers, and business owners.

The best thing about all that is how none of it mattered. We treated everyone as friends and neighbors, never once categorizing one another into groups. Our little community functioned very well for being a diverse group of people.

Today's passage reminds me about the neighborhood I grew up in. To some it was a seed which, when planted, could grow into something great. These were the leaders within the community, our teachers and community board members. To others it was like finding a great pearl, those who were willing to give everything they had to make our community a better place - the volunteers who did all the work.

There were those who mixed yeast into the bread, who did their best to bring people together to accomplish the goals of the community. And there were treasure seekers, those who did their best to find the good things in our community and were willing to give everything they had to keep the good things in that community. Everyone had their own place in the neighborhood, and everyone did what they could to make the neighborhood a better place.

Such is the Kingdom of God.

Degrees Of Separation

Romans 8:26-39

How many of you remember the game 6 Degrees of Separation in which one tries to find 6 "links" or less between yourself and someone famous. For instance, I live in Hawaii, Hawaii is the fiftieth state of the United States of America, my brother's fiftieth birthday is tomorrow, my brother lives in Oregon, Oregon is where Matt Groening (creator of The Simpsons) lives - that's how I'm connected to Matt Groening. It takes some thinking, but if done correctly one can connect, or link, themselves to just about anyone or anything.

Unfortunately, the same can be said with the words written in the bible. Throughout history the "scriptures" have been used to defend everything from discrimination to genocide. Hitler's attempt to wipe out all Jews came from a literal interpretation of the bible (don't take my word for it, look it up). The crusades against Muslims began because Christians saw them as a threat to the "one true" way to God. Women, racial minorities, homosexuals, the poor, and most (if not all) other extremely divisive social issues all came about because of someone's, or some group's, literal interpretation of the bible. Each person or group picking a verse here and a verse there, then making the connections as they see fit.

Call it 6 Degrees to Hell.

In today's passage Paul reminds us that there are no degrees of separation between us and the love of God - none. So why then does humanity continue to create and live by the separations we make ourselves?

In the mid-1800s a man named Arthur de Gobineau created what is thought to be the first attempt at categorizing humanity into a sort of hierarchy. Of course, in his thinking, and because he was an educated westerner, Europeans and educated westerners were at the top of the list. The list continued with Asians as second, middle easterners were third (including India), followed by Native American Indians, and lastly Negroes. This became the accepted list of the time, and is what the Nuremberg laws were modeled after.

Before this time people were doing their best to assimilate into the culture they were trying to live in - for the most part. But, now that there was an acknowledged chart produced by a knowledgeable man, people could be put in their place according to their racial ethnicity.

Not that there wasn't already a division among people based on the color of their skin, socio-economic situations, gender, and religion happening already, but this chart, if you will, gave it solidity; now there was scientific proof to back up religious claims.

For the next 150 years the people at the bottom of that list have been working towards societal equity, as have everyone else who is considered an outsider of normal society. And yet, here was the Apostle Paul, 2000 years ago, trying to remind us that such separations do not exist in the eyes, or the mind, or the heart, or most importantly the Spirit of God.

Why, then, does humanity insist on continuing to place degrees of separation between ourselves?

What Would You Wish For?

1 Kings 3:5-12

Whenever my friends and I played the game 3 Wishes, invariably our last wish would always be for a more wishes. Depending on the stage of our life, the other wishes would include the ability to fly or be invisible, a new bike, to date the person we currently had a crush on, and maybe that promotion at work we were waiting for. But, without hesitation our final wish would always be for more wishes.

Now that I'm older I don't ask for more wishes, in fact I rarely wish at all. It isn't that I don't believe that wishes can come true, rather I want to believe that in some way I can do something to make my only hope come true: that all of humanity can live as one people under one love.

Wishes are a funny thing. They bring us hope. The help us hold on to the knowledge that maybe things will happen for the better. They reinforce the joy we need to feel in the moment we need to feel it. Of course, maybe that's because we never wish for anything bad to happen. In fact, most times when we wish for something it's to benefit ourselves materialistically.

As I get older I realize that wishing for my personal gain doesn't bring as much happiness as it used to. Maybe it's because I realize that it's not about me. While it's important I have the things I need to live comfortably, it's not important to live beyond my means. So a million dollars or a new bike really aren't what I need.

What I do need is the courage to get out of my comfort zone and do what needs to be done to stand up for justice. What I do need is the strength to wake up everyday with enough energy to live as God intended for me to live. What do I need is to better understand what Jesus' teachings mean to me.

What I would wish for, I suppose, is that I can somehow make a difference in someone's life that brings them closer in relationship with God, others, and themselves; a relationship filled with unconditional love.

And for my last wish...

What's The Access Code?

Psalm 119:129-136

One of my favorite lines from the movie Gremlins is when Grandfather (aka Mr. Wing) and Billy are sitting with Gizmo and talking. Grandfather asks Gizmo a question which is answered with a very cute, yet indistinguishable, voice. Grandfather nods in agreement while Billy only says, "How can you understand what he's saying?" To which Grandfather replies, "All one needs to understand is to listen."

Listening is the best way to access understanding. Too many times have I been a part of conversations where people choose to say what they want to say and not be willing to listen to the words of others. Those conversations usually resolve in nothing more than information gathering, and the challenge by those spewing their information to believe their way is best.

However, it's in the conversations where people listen and are able to ask questions in order to best understand the points-of-view being represented, where results can be achieved which are truly in the best interest of everyone involved.

Today's Psalmist recognizes that in order to best understand God's direction for us, we need to have access to what God is trying to say to us. This access is, in my opinion, the ability to engage in conversations which allow questions to be asked and where answers are not given, rather are discovered.

When I was growing up in church I was told how to think and what the words in the bible meant.
As I got older I had questions, but was told not to ask questions and just accept the words I was being told as truth. The answers didn't make sense to me, so instead of accepting something which I didn't agree with, I moved on.

I found my way back into God's family, and in this family I'm able to, and encouraged to, ask questions. As a result my relationship with God has grown strong, and continues to grow stronger.

I invite you to ask questions and by doing so, find the access you're looking for.

One Of These Things

Matthew 13:24-30, 36-43

One of the songs from my childhood which refuses to leave me is "One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other." You know, the one from Sesame Street from a while ago. Back when it was okay for Cookie Monster to gobble an unlimited amount of cookies. Here's a link if you need to hear the song.

The song is meant to teach children to recognize patterns. A football, baseball, and soccer ball are not in the same pattern as a television. However, the song doesn't discriminate against the television, it only helps the child recognize it isn't a part of the pattern.

The same can be said with people. Today's passage introduces us to the idea that bad things are always mixed in with the good things, and in time we'll be able to recognize the bad things and hopefully get rid of them. The bad things aren't part of the pattern of living a good life nor helping others live one.

It isn't easy to recognize the patters. About a year ago there was a game everyone had on their smartphones. The game, at least in my opinion, is based on the Sesame Street song and challenges the player to pick the theme, or pattern, the four pictures are trying to represent. The first 20 or so groupings aren't too difficult, but the game quickly begins to make your brain go into overdrive.

Just like the game, sometimes the themes we try to live by in our lives aren't so easy to pick out. Let's take this ethical question I once had posed to me. There is a village in the Conga which was recently discovered. The people in this village have been living in their ways and with their beliefs for 10,000 years. One of their practices was that if a child was born with deformities they would take it to a cliff overlooking a river and throw the child into that river so as not to invite evil into their lives. Is this wrong?

Of course, coming from a western-influenced set of beliefs, I said yes. One of my classmates, an indigenous woman, said no. I argued that what this village was doing is murder. She argued that what this village did was how they kept evil away. I argued that they need to be educated that a child with deformities doesn't "bring" evil. She argued that to this village, there was no other truth except that allowing the child to grow up in their village would be nothing less than destruction for their people.

Who is right, who is wrong?

After sides began to formulate among the other classmates and the debate began heating up, the professor asked us to focus on a new question: Who is ultimately responsible for making the decision?

The point our professor was trying to make is that when others try to immediately introduce their own beliefs into someone else's world-view, we are no better than what that class was becoming - people who choose sides and proclaim their way was the right way. Instead, if we learn the reasons why the people in their village did things in their way, try to understand them instead of change them, and if we slowly introduce our beliefs and modern medical discoveries (emphasis on slowly), then maybe, just maybe, together everyone could come to an understanding of what is best for that village.

It takes time to gain that kind of understanding, and in doing so the weeds have to grow with the wheat. Then, when the harvest is ready, the choice of what doesn't belong in the pattern will be made.