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Monday, July 24, 2017

Spirit of Adoption: July 23, 2017

Two churches celebrating Joshua's baptism (picture by Bob Harper Photography)
Year A, Pentecost 7                                                             
Romans 8:12-25                                                                     

            About two years ago, I wrote a newsletter article telling the parish that my husband and I were in the adoption process. People were extremely supportive and a number of people shared their own adoption stories with me.  There are several people in our parish who have adopted nieces, nephews or grandchildren. I loved hearing those stories.  By the time I had written that article, we had already been in the process for about a year.  When you are waiting that long, it is helpful to hear about adoptions that have really happened.  One of my favorite stories was from our pastoral associate Jane Price. Her granddaughter is adopted and Jane said something that made a real impact on me.  She told me that the adoption of her granddaughter had brought something new into their family, something that was unique and beautiful because it was so different.  She said that it was exciting because they had no idea what this child would become.  Her granddaughter ended up being an extraordinary dancer and she said, “She did not get that gift from any of us!”  Now surely, you all have stories of that special person in your family who broke the mold.  Just recently a friend of mine was describing her children. She said that her daughter was very similar to her…but her son, she had no idea where he came from.  He was not like either her or her husband.  She was not complaining.  She was simply marveling at his uniqueness.  

            I preach a lot about being children of God.  It is one of my favorite images. To be a child of God means that we have a special relationship with God.  It means that we are loved by God and no matter how many times we may disappoint God, no matter how many times God might disappoint us, we are family.  Paul’s letter to the Romans describes how we are children of God---but Paul describes this idea a little differently.  Paul writes that we are children of God because we have received the spirit of adoption.  It is by this spirit that we are given the privilege and the honor to call God by his most personal name—Abba.  The best translation for Abba is Daddy.  We have such an intimate relationship with God, we can call him Daddy. 


Before Jesus came to the earth and embodied God, people were not even able to say the name of God.  Even when writing the name of God, they would leave the vowels out because to say or write the name of God was forbidden.  Yet here Paul is telling the Romans that as adopted children of God, we call God Abba. 

            Now you might wonder, why do we need to even talk about being adopted children of God?  Why can’t we just be children of God?  There are a couple of reasons that Paul made this distinction. First of all, the early church was very much divided between the people of Israel/the Jews and the Gentiles.  It was initially thought that Jesus’ message of salvation was only meant for the Jews.  He was Jewish.  He spent most of his time with other Jews.  In the Old Testament/the Hebrew scriptures, it was the Jews and only the Jews who were the chosen people of God.  Therefore, it seems as though Paul had to find another way to describe how all people can now become children of God, even the Gentiles.  This illustration of adoption helped people see that even if you were not born a Jew, did not mean you were not a child of God, one of God’s beloved.   


The other possible reason has something to do with the recipients of the letter.  Paul was a citizen of Rome.  He was writing to the Romans and had a pretty good sense of the Roman laws and customs.  Adoption was a legal process in Rome in Paul’s time. At that time, having a son was critical to continuing the family line as well as caring for the parents as they aged.  If a family did not have a son or had a son who was estranged, it was common to adopt a slave who would then become their legal son. This son would now have the rights, privileges and responsibilities of being a legal member of this family.  It did not matter which social class this boy was born into. Once adopted, he was a member of this family and would inherit all that the family had.  The purpose of the adoption was not necessarily to benefit the child, but to benefit the family.  The hope of course would be that both the adopted child and the family would benefit from the adoption, but that was not the primary reason for it.


            So it is with our adoption as children of God.  Of course the adoption benefits each one of us personally, but it also benefits the whole human family.  With every new person who is adopted into our Christian family, we become stronger.  God has a vision for his family.  God knows what his family looks like.  With every new and different person, we begin to look more like this vision that God has for us.   

In some ways it is easy to talk about being children of God.  However, what we often forget is that if we are all children of God, than we are all brothers and sisters.  We are all part of this huge, wonderful, slightly crazy family.  And when we bring new people, different people into our fold, we discover new gifts and joys.  We also discover new challenges.   Being a part of this new family is not easy.  It takes work.  Not only that, it takes hope and patience. 


 So often with adoption, people look for similarities.  Even when it is crystal clear that your child is adopted, someone will tell you how similar their mannerisms are.  Those are wonderful things to hear, but I think it is helpful if we can find ways to celebrate the differences in our family, whether it is our biological family, our adopted family, or even our church family.  When my husband and I were beginning to think about adoption, we talked to other people who had adopted.  They said it was an incredibly difficult process, but that it was worth it in the end.  That is true in life as well.  Being an adopted child of God can be a difficult journey, but it is well worth it in the end. 

When we finalized our adoption 4 months after we brought Joshua home with us, the judge asked us several questions and said, “You know this is a no return state.”  Once those papers were signed, there was no going back.  Of course we joyfully agreed as that was what we were hoping and praying for, for years.  Yet that beautiful moment was not the end of the journey, it was just the beginning of another journey.  In our Christian journey, we occasionally have moments of clarity, moments when we get a glimpse of the beauty of this world, the beauty of the people of God. Paul wrote, “but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit groan inwardly while we wait for adoption…for in hope we are saved.”  That groaning is not simply groaning in pain, but in expectation.  We groan in expectation because we know what could be.  We know of the great gift that God has given us, the potential that each one us has. Therefore, we persevere.  We keep moving forward.  We do so because we know that no matter how difficult it can be, as adopted children of God, we are all bound to one another and bound to God. We can’t be returned!! Well, that is not quite true. We can be returned.  We can return to God.  Every time we stray from the path, God welcomes us back and rejoices in our return. 

Sunday, July 27, 2014

July 27, 2014: Romans 8:26-39


Year A, Pentecost 7                                    

            The Book of Common Prayer is full of absolutely beautiful prayers.  They are eloquent and theologically sound.   They are often Biblically based.  Some of these prayers can be found in our Sunday morning service, but certainly not all.  If you only open it when you come to church on Sunday, you have probably only experienced about 10% of the prayers.   As Episcopalians, and people of the book, we should never be at a loss for words, especially now that you can access the BCP on your phone. 

I love these prayers and I know many of you do as well.  But there are other Christians who find it a little strange that we read our prayers from a book.  Many Christians find it inauthentic, as if we are only going through the motions.  I can see that perspective.  Sometimes we are going through the motions.  Occasionally I will be reading a prayer and realize that I have been thinking about something else the whole time.   Yet when you are composing a prayer…it’s pretty hard for your mind to wander.  If it did, it would be pretty obvious. 

            There is no right way to pray.  The Apostle Paul (who was never at a loss for words) wrote to the Roman community: “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.”   When I think of a sigh, I think of something rather dignified, something that would be totally appropriate in an Episcopal Church.  However, most translations use the word groaning instead of sigh.  That sounds a lot less dignified.  That sounds like someone in pain, or at least very frustrated.   If the person next to you were sighing, you would probably be ok with that.  If they were groaning, well that might get a little awkward.  You might find yourself sliding in the opposite direction.

            It is not really clear in the text whether the Spirit is groaning on our behalf, or if our literal groans are the work of the Spirit. It might not matter.  Personally I would much rather have the Spirit groan on my behalf as I read an eloquent and theologically correct prayer.  Since there is no right way to pray, I think God would probably be ok with that method.  However, I worry when prayer feels too dignified.  For me, when my prayers have felt the most authentic and the most powerful were when they came out with tears and sometimes anger.  There has been occasional teeth gnashing, foot stomping.  Sometimes my prayers come out in laughter and tears of joy. These seem to be the ones that change me the most.

This does not mean that those other prayers that lacked laughter, tears or stomping have not been true or real.  They absolutely have been. In fact, I think it is those prayers that prepare us for the prayers that come out as groans.  Those prayers equip us with a sacred vocabulary, even if we choose not to use it.  Those prayers are what we come back to when the storm is over and we find ourselves exhausted.  It is those times when it is all you can do to even read the words in front of you…but you do because that’s what you need right at that moment. 

            Some interpret this passage as Paul not only saying that we do not know how to pray, but we do not even know what to pray.  If God searches our heart and can interpret those spirit sighs…it is only God who knows what we are praying for.  I find that a tad annoying.  I should have some say in what I am praying for.  Otherwise, why use any words at all? It’s not that we do not determine our own prayer; we just don’t always know what is in our head.  Sometimes our deepest needs and desires get stuck in our heart and never make it to the part of us that formulates the words.  Thankfully, God is there searching our heart…learning every nook and cranny so we can become the Christian we are meant to be. 

            What is our part in this complicated word scramble?  If God is searching our heart and the spirit is groaning on our behalf it would seem that we could live our life and not have to worry about God or faith.  It’s as if we outsourced our prayer life to people who can do it more effectively than us.  There is one tiny problem with that scenario.  There appear to be some hearts that God and the spirit just don’t have access to.  Sure, God could shove his way through like a big bouncer at a club, but that’s not God’s style.  Jesus never operated that way.  Jesus never forced himself on people.  He invited them to follow him.  He invited them to come a little closer.  God has delivered an invitation to each one of us, but we have not all responded.   Perhaps like a good Episcopalian you are thinking, well of course I responded….when I was in confirmed (5, 20, 40, 60 years ago). 

It would be nice if it were that easy.  But it’s not a one and done type deal.  You can’t invite God in and ignore him.  Sometimes you need to invite God in over and over again.  I imagine that most of us have had those times in our lives when our heart has gotten a little closed off and we have shoved God out .  Often it is more subtle than a shove.  We just did not have time for God.  There are other demands on us and God can be a pretty high maintenance house guest.  He’s got a lot of demands and that might get in the way of our social life,  job, sports, or the Desperate House Wives marathon.

That is where weekly worship or even written prayers come in handy.  We need a reminder—a constant reminder of who we are as Christians.  We might not have the discipline to read the Bible every day.  We might be too emotionally spent even to groan.  So we come back to this service, not just for solace but for strength.  It reminds me of that phrase, “fake it until you make it.”  It sounds insincere, but I think there might be something to it.  Even for a priest, there are times when I do not want to come to church, when I don’t feel like I have the strength to say prayers and sing the hymns.  It is those times when I am so grateful that I have this tradition of prayers and worship, and a community of people to worship with.  There are no excuses not to pray.  The prayers are right there in front of me. 

And maybe there are moments, I have a hard time believing every prayer.  But I know that God is still there working through every nook and cranny of my heart ensuring that the Spirit is there to translate my groans into heartfelt prayer.   Because the more I read the prayers, the more I believe them and the more I feel them. I believe that is true for all of us.  There will be times when it is really hard to pray, really hard to believe the things we pray.  It is those times when it is even more important to show up, to open your heart, open your mouth and let God take it from there.