Sermons from Lyndale
On Dreaming, Curiosity and Prophesying Amidst Valleys of Dry Bones
It seems to me it means now, as it did then, that prophesying is about claiming a future truth. It means dreaming and declaring a future hope here and now. It means embodying a deep curiosity for what sacred mystery might heal. It seems to be that prophesying is as grand as Emma Gonzalez’s words before thousands; and as clear as Yara Allen’s singing and walking into waters-that-have-been-made violent borders; and as concrete as a friend who knows that sometimes only art and theoretical mathematics can begin to heal a broken heart.
Love Wins
The way I see it, God’s judgment isn’t judgment as a verb, it’s a noun. It’s saying that this is the way the world is. And if there is any “condemnation” at all, it is only when we “condemn” ourselves by separating ourselves from God’s unconditional love, because we forget, in the words of the poet John O’Donohue, to “view ourselves with the same delight that God sees us.” It’s much easier to believe that we are inherently unworthy, and to feel shame and guilt, than to believe that we are a reflection of God’s light. That’s why we run from the light – and hide in the darkness.
Inspired by Love and Anger
This story of Peter Staley and other AIDS Coalition To Unlease Power activists kept coming to me as I read our scripture from John’s gospel.