4/5/26 - Hope is a Duty - Jeremiah 31:1-6; Matthew 28:1-10

Hope is a Duty

Jeremiah 31:1-6

Matthew 28:1-10

Emmanuel Baptist Church; Rev. Kathy Donley

April 5, 2026 Easter

 

Note: A recording of the worship service in which this sermon was preached may be found here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1xaS5gRpWA

Hope can be born out of death.  Death creates heartbreak, loss and loneliness.  Death may be violent and unnecessary.  All of that is true, and still, hope can be born out of death.  It happened in recent weeks, the violent, tragic, completely preventable deaths of Renee Good and Alex Pretti, shot by federal agents.  We lament those deaths and pray for accountability.  Without diminishing the grief of those families, we see that the response of the people of Minneapolis, their persistent organized protest and resistance has given hope to the rest of the country.  [1]

Hope can also be out of trauma.  Angela read from the prophet Jeremiah.  We are not going to unpack that reading this morning, but it evokes three stories of generational trauma – the time of the enslavement in Egypt and the wilderness wandering that followed, the fall of the Northern Kingdom to the nation of Assyria in 722 BCE and the Babylonian Exile, 125 years later.  Jeremiah is writing at the time of the Babylonian Exile.  His words of comfort “disrupt the harsh clamped-down life of people who live in the persistent grip of trauma and disaster.”[2] Jeremiah reminds them of their history, tells them that even in the scattering of exile, God will do what God has done before to form a new people because of God’s unfailing love.  Hope can be born out of trauma.

The historian Howard Zinn wrote “To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness.” [3]

Easter is that kind of history.  To tell this story is to remember the grisly execution of an innocent man, to remember the betrayal, mocking, derision and cruelty, but also to remember Jesus’ sacrifice, courage and compassion.  And then to recall the quavering courage of his community on that resurrection morning.  We tell this story every year to recall our own history with God’s unfailing love, to remember the hope that is ours.

Hope can be born out of death.  Hope can be born out of trauma.

During World War II, some American and Russian soldiers were held in the same camp as prisoners of war.  Russia had not signed the Geneva Convention, and the treatment of the Soviet prisoners was especially appalling.   Their barracks were in different areas, separated by barbed wire. 

The Americans received a weekly package of food from the Red Cross, but the Russians were given only one liter of turnip soup and one liter of water per day.  The plan was to use them for labor until they died. And it was working.  They were dying by the hundreds and the Americans noticed. 

Among the prisoners was a Russian army dentist who was allowed to attend the needs of the Americans.  Two American brothers communicated a plan to him, a plan to share their food.  They would secretly set aside portions of meat, beans, biscuits, and a little chocolate from the Red Cross parcels. 

At night after the sentry went past, they threw some of their food to the Russians.  It was a distance of only 8 meters. Some of them were capable of throwing such a parcel 100 meters.  The danger was not in the throwing, but in the possibility of getting caught. It took quite a while to get all the food delivered in the dark this way.  If they had been caught, they would have been executed.  But they did it anyway . . . for weeks. 

Then, when some of the food was discovered on the Russian side, all 4,000 Americans were brought out into the hot sun, and four Gestapo men went down the line demanding to know who organized the plot.  For hours they stood there. They stood in absolute silence. Not one American spoke. The Germans eventually sent the Americans back to their compound.  And that night, when the camp went quiet, the parcels flew over the wire again. [4]

There were only 8 Americans involved in this, because the fewer who knew, the safer it was.  They probably saved the lives of hundreds of Russian strangers.  They provided food to keep them alive. But they did more than sustain physical life. Living in those conditions was no gift. They kept alive the possibility of liberation and the hope of a return to life at home with family, life in all its fullness.  Hope born in the midst of trauma and death.

Mary Magdalene and the other Mary, probably Jesus’ own mother, are living through unimaginable horror, having watched every moment of the violence Jesus suffered and been utterly powerless to intervene. They come to the tomb fully aware that they are still at the mercy of Rome.  The soldiers who crucified Jesus still occupy the city and even guard his grave.  Pontius Pilate is still governor. Rome has significant real-world power to inflict do serious and deadly pain.  

Arriving, they experience another surreal event. The earth shakes, an angel descends, rolls away the stone sealing the grave and sits on it.  The Roman soldiers shake and then pass out from fear.  The angel’s first words to the women are “Don’t you be afraid.” 

And then, as if their systems are not already overloaded, they are told that resurrection has happened.  The stone has been rolled away, not to let Jesus out, but to let the witnesses in. In defiance of Rome and its murderous power, Jesus has risen from the dead.

The angel said to tell the others “Jesus is risen.” On the way to do that, they encounter Jesus himself. He tells them “Stop being afraid.  Go tell the disciples to meet me in Galilee.”

Leaving the tomb, the women carry tenuous hope.  Jesus is alive and is going ahead to Galilee.  Galilee is where it all began.    It is the border land -- the place where cultures clashed and merged.  It is not a center of power, but a place where ordinary people live and struggle to survive. Where they first received the goods news of his teaching and healing.

Galilee was also home for the disciples, the place where their friends and families and jobs were.  Galilee was where they had lived their ordinary lives, . . .until the day they responded to a call from Jesus. 

And now, he has gone ahead of them, back to Galilee, where it all started, where there is still work to be done.   It becomes the implicit “invitation for every [one who reads] this Gospel: Go to Galilee, continue the work of the kingdom that Jesus left unfinished, and there you will see him. He is not in the tomb.”[5]

This is the hope that Mary and Mary carry to the other disciples who are also fearful and traumatized.  That, incredible as it sounds, Jesus is alive.  Empire killed him, but death cannot hold him.

At this point, it seems to me, the disciples have to make a decision, a choice about despair or trust.  To persist in despair would mean continuing to be afraid, in hiding, dismissing the women’s words.  To trust would mean to accept the women’s hope and act on it, without any proof, because they haven’t seen Jesus for themselves, to go back to Galilee and pick up where they left off, but as people who are no longer afraid.

Austin Channing Brown is one of my favorite contemporary writers.  As a black woman in white supremacist America, she says “Don’t lose hope. Hope is a duty we have to each other … a duty to work toward the freedom of all humanity- no matter what.” [6]

It turns out she is not the first to say that hope is a duty.  Pope Francis said it.  And so did the Romantic poets Coleridge and Shelley in the 1800’s.  Now I have to tell you, even though I really like her writing, the idea that hope is a duty did not sit well with me at first.   Probably, mostly because I don’t like to be told what to do.  And also, because hope is hard right now. 

On social media recently, I saw a story about another outrage, another surreal event in American 2026. In the comments under the story, someone wrote “Things are going to get worse before. . . they get even more worse.”   That pretty much sums up my mood most of the time.  It’s not a good place from which to summon the hope that is my duty. 

But I’m rethinking that.  I’m thinking about the men who received the hope carried by the women on Easter.  They accepted their duty to trust it and act on it.  We know they did, because in just a few verses, Matthew tells us that they showed up in Galilee.

And because they did, we are here.  They kept the hope of resurrection alive for the next generation and the next.  It’s a hope we now carry within, a hope we may enliven in others because it is our duty.

If hope can be born out of death,

If hope can be born out of trauma, then how much more enduring is hope born from resurrection.  

So, friends, let us stop being afraid. The powers that seem immovable have been shaken before and will be again. 

Therefore, go back to Galilee and practice hope. 

Go and tell that goodness is stronger than evil.

Go tell that death does not have the final word. 

Go and tell the good news that God is alive in the world because Christ is risen.  Christ is risen indeed.

 

 

[1] Susan Thistlewaite, Holy Week Begins with a Yes to Life and a No to Death https://open.substack.com/pub/susanthistlethwaitewaite/p/holy-week-begins-with-a-yes-to-life?utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web

[2]  Kathleen M. O’Connor Jeremiah:  Pain and Promise, (Minneapolis:  Fortress Press, 2011), pp 103-4

[3] Howard Zinn, A Power Governments Cannot Suppress (San Francisco: City Lights Publishers, 2006), p. 270

[4] https://youtu.be/xf8aM5zYzNk?si=80p8dcHAGo3Ok79X

[5] Alan Culpepper, Smyth & Helwys Bible Commentary: Mark, (Macon, GA:  Smyth and Helwys Publishing, 2007,) p. 597

[6] https://austinchanning.com/

3/29/26 - Save Us Now - Matthew 11:1-11

Save Us Now

Matthew 11:1-11

Emmanuel Baptist Church

March 29, 2026

Rev. Kathy Donley

 

Note: A recording of the worship service in which this sermon was preached may be found here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fm146dOamZY

If the first Pride Festival was a riot, the first Palm Sunday was a protest.  The images on the screen as we sang about Jesus and paving the way with branches were of some of us at the No Kings rallies yesterday.  If it felt like religion and politics were getting mixed up, they were.  And they were in Jesus’ day as well. 

It was the time of the Passover festival. The Passover celebrated the liberation of the people from slavery centuries earlier.  It was a volatile time, since they were celebrating liberation while simultaneously being under Roman occupation. The Romans were so wary that they increased the normal number of troops in the city, and the governor himself, a man by the name of Pontius Pilate, moved inland from his headquarters in Caesarea to Jerusalem during Passover. 

Jesus has been teaching and healing for a few years.  Crowds have been following him. Across the Lenten season we have been looking at the good news that Jesus brings. We remembered Jesus turning water into wine, saving a wedding party and offering news so good that it catches us by surprise. We remembered the abundance of the feeding of 5000 people, the good news that sometimes what seems impossible is possible. We’ve remembered teachings about care and protection of the vulnerable, and faith that is rooted in both mercy and justice.

These teachings resonate with Jesus’ listeners. Their country has been under occupation for the last century. The rich are getting richer.  The powerful are getting more powerful, while the poor and the powerless are being pushed more and more to the margins.  It’s the kind of political oppression and economic exploitation that the world has seen over and over again. 

But the system is not acceptable to Jesus.  So, he reaches a point where he has to go to Jerusalem, has to confront the authorities, has to put his principles into action.

Jesus and his followers are joining a huge crowd. Scholars estimate that Jerusalem’s population swelled from its usual 40,000 to as much as 200,000 at Passover. [1]   That’s a lot of people in one place, a lot of emotions running high.   It’s probably true that this piece of street theatre is small.  Jesus on the back of a donkey, people running ahead to create a make-shift red carpet, people alongside yelling Hosanna.  Even if two or three hundred people get involved, most of the thousands of people in Jerusalem that day probably remain unaware of it.  But it is still revolutionary.

What Jesus does is subversive and creative, not just in terms of speaking against Rome, but in challenging the mindset of his supporters.  They want the same kind of power that Rome has.  They want the system to work in their favor.  Jesus wants to abolish that system of power and exploitation altogether.

One scholar writes, “Revolutionary and subversive acts do not have to be grandiose or immediately altering. They can be small, seen but immediately unseen, loud and expected but bewilderingly unconventional. In that way, the powers that be cannot control, stop, or even anticipate the next revolutionary act. . . In other words, Mark 11:1–11 is depicting to us the revolutionary side of Jesus and his disciples who performed their unconventional jab against the empire. This is their act of solidarity with the oppressed.” [2]

Revolutionary acts don’t have to be huge.  That’s good news, isn’t it?

Near the end of the rally yesterday, a stranger came up to me.  He said, “May I ask you a question?”  His English was very good, but from his accent, I deduced that it was not his first language.  My sign said “We love immigrants.” Maybe that’s why he came to me.  I don’t know.  He looked at around at the hundreds of people lining both sides of Central Avenue and he asked me, “Are these people here because they are paid or because it comes from the heart?”  I was so grateful to be to look him in the eye and say that it comes from the heart. 

Then he said, “This is important because the country is being ruined. What is happening is dangerous.”  We talked a few more minutes and then he said a sincere thank you to Angela and me for being there. I hope our interaction was strengthening to him.  It was for me.

Subversive actions don’t have to be huge.  Actions that seem small can remind us that we are not alone.  Another person’s revolutionary action can empower us to take action ourselves.

About 5 years ago, Bill was baptized here. It was a step in his faith journey, a public statement of his desire to follow Jesus whole-heartedly.  In the congregation that day was a boy named Judah. Judah witnessed Bill’s baptism and began to wonder if he might also be baptized. 

Several months, later Judah also took that step to proclaim his desire to follow Jesus. On that day, Judah said that when you follow Jesus, it leads you on the path of execution. He also said that Jesus is the one we know we’re safe with, the one we trust.  You cannot hear his testimony and think that baptism is not a revolutionary act.

Jasmine was present at Judah’s baptism.  Seeing someone her own age do that prompted her to step forward on her own faith journey.  The revolutionary act of baptism cannot be controlled or stopped by earthly powers.

Revolutionary actions can be small, but often they are more effective when we do them together.  Every gospel writer records this story.  If Jesus rode the donkey, without the people’s response, there would have been nothing to tell.  If one person had stood on a corner somewhere with a No Kings sign yesterday, it would have been a non-event.

On that first Palm Sunday, Jesus was compelled to move his beliefs into action. He took the most difficult steps alone, but as a model of bold creative love, so that his followers would also act together with courage when their turn came.

In America 2026, we cry Hosanna, Save us. We want to be the country they taught us we were in school.  With freedom and justice for all.  The land of hard-working immigrants and generous neighbors.  The nation that led the world in fighting fascism and was once dedicated to the proposition that all people are created equal.  

Yesterday’s No Kings Rallies included 3,300 protests in all 50 states and across the globe.  Some of us were compelled to join, to add our bodies, our presence, our voices to declare unequivocally that the current status quo is absolutely unacceptable. It was a loud collective cry of Hosanna. Save us now.  Save us from war.  Save us from self-destruction. Save our humanity.  Hosanna save us now.

We cry Hosanna as a country and perhaps with similar urgency, we cry Hosanna as Emmanuel Baptist Church. 

It is not the first occasion. Almost sixty years ago, when our neighborhood was endangered by the so-called progress of eminent domain in the construction of the Empire Plaza and a proposed highway that would have cut right through Center Square, Emmanuel and others responded with the subversive action of reaching across denominational lines.  In this unconventional way, the FOCUS Churches was born.  FOCUS continues to be one our best ongoing expressions of solidarity with the poor.

In the 1990’s, one Emmanuelite spoke up on behalf of himself and others.  He wondered out loud about how welcoming and inclusive Emmanuel was to the LGBTQ+ community.  The congregation took those questions to heart and wrestled with them, ultimately coming to the conclusion that the doors of God’s kindom are open to all people regardless of age, sex, race or sexual orientation. Because of that revolutionary action, we have the joy of strangers thanking us for marching in the Pride parade. Because of your action, I have the privilege of ministering to people who might not ever cross my path.  Just this month, I had the blessing of praying with a trans woman whose own faith community did not affirm her.  Small, revolutionary acts that we do together.

And now as a congregation, we may cry Hosanna, save us because we are not sure of our future.  But once again, some among us are modeling creative, subversive love. They remind us that the church does not exist for us, but was always, always intended for others. The good news of Jesus was never meant to be hoarded or contained in only the forms that we know and love.  On the contrary, we have a mission from Jesus.  A revolutionary mission to act on our beliefs, to share the creative, life-giving power of God’s love in new and perhaps uncomfortable ways as we stand in solidarity with all of those around us. 

Revolutionary and subversive acts do not have to be grandiose or immediately altering. The powers that be cannot control, stop, or even anticipate the next revolutionary act. May this be so for all of us. Amen.

 

 

[1] Borg, Marcus J. and John Dominic Crossan.  The Last Week:  What the Gospels Really Teach About Jesus’ Final Days in Jerusalem   (New York:  HarperCollins, 2006), p. 18.

[2] https://www.workingpreacher.org/commentaries/revised-common-lectionary/sunday-of-the-passion-palm-sunday-2/commentary-on-mark-111-11

 

3/15/26 - Communities of the Broken and Blessed - Matthew 19:13-15

Communities of the Broken and Blessed

Matthew 19:13-15

Emmanuel Baptist Church; Rev. Kathy Donley

March 15, 2026

Note: A recording of the worship service in which this sermon was preached may be found here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYbzCUANTjQ

It was my privilege to spend some focused time with Jasmine over the last year as she prepared for her baptism today. I remember in one conversation, she made a point to say that her decision to follow Jesus and be baptized was something she needed to do as an individual, and she would be doing it even if her family didn’t share and support her faith.  In fact, Jasmine’s mother and grandmother were baptized in that same baptistery.  Making a conscious individual decision is at the core of Baptist’s theology about believer’s baptism, but I’m grateful for Jasmine’s sake that she doesn’t have to choose between family and following Jesus. 

However, the earliest generations of people who followed Jesus were not always so fortunate. Family was everything in the ancient Mediterranean world.  Your family was your source of status and connection to community and also your primary economic, religious, educational and social network.  Loss of family was the most serious loss a person could suffer.  But the earliest Christians often chose the way of Jesus over all other allegiances.  One person’s choices reflected on the whole extended family and many families chose to cast out a new Christian whose faith was inconvenient or embarrassing to them. It was significant then, that churches became surrogate families for each other.

There is a lot of dysfunction in human families and that same kind of dysfunction is often mirrored in the church, so I usually avoid the image of family as a metaphor for the church, but “this is what the church was originally about – a place for all those who had been broken by life or rejected by the powerful and who came to experience God through the crucified Jesus as the One who met them precisely in their vulnerability. . . . it was a community of the broken, of the vulnerable, of those at risk”[1] who relied on each other for their very survival. 

This season, we are reminding ourselves of the good news in Jesus’ core teachings.  The verses from Deuteronomy provide specific instruction on how to care for the immigrant, orphan and widow by leaving part of the harvest of each crop for them. We Christians often act as though the God of the Hebrew Bible and the God of the New Testament are two different Gods, but that’s just not true.  In both, God is the one who offers protection and care for the vulnerable.  This is who God has always been; it is the behavior that God has always called God’s people to do.

And then there was the day that the disciples wanted to keep the children from bothering Jesus.  They rebuked the mothers who brought them, until Jesus stopped them. We can’t imagine the disciples acting that way, because we think of children in our twenty-first century context. Clear your head of all your sentimental ideas about children and understand this:  Childhood in antiquity was difficult. Fifty percent of children died before the age of five. They were the weakest members of society. They were fed last and received the smallest and least desirable portions of food. They were the first to suffer from famine, war, disease, and natural disasters. Recent estimates are that more than 70 percent would have lost one or more parents before reaching puberty.”[2]

Jesus does not welcome children because children are cute and innocent.  Jesus welcomes children because children were some of the most vulnerable, least powerful and lowest status people in his world.  Jesus says that the kingdom of God belongs to them. 

Who are those people in our world?  Well, children are still among them.   Things have improved.  We have laws against child labor and child abuse.  We offer formal education and music lessons and sports activities to some children.  But current estimates are that 1 in 4 girls and 1 in 13 boys in this country will experience sexual abuse.  Firearms remain the leading cause of death for children.  More children die from gun violence than cancer or car accidents. [3]

But who else, would Jesus have us welcome or protect?  Who are the vulnerable among us?

We speak often of immigrants, refugees and asylum seekers, currently being targeted and deprived of due process, held in wretched conditions for unspecified lengths of time.  There are children among them.

Our transgender siblings are also being targeted. In Kansas last month, transgender folks received just a one-day notice that their birth certificates and driver's licenses will no longer be valid.  There has been a surge of anti-trans legislation across many states, affecting access to health care, education and legal recognition.  Research shows that the harm of such legislation extends beyond whether bills pass. Political debates surrounding anti-trans policies have been linked to increased anxiety, depression, and stress among transgender people, particularly youth.[4]

We might also think about ex-cons, who have done their time, paid their debt, but can’t find employment, can’t find a welcome anywhere, except possibly among those whose activities would lead them back to prison.  

The list of vulnerable people is long.  And frankly, any of us might land on it at any time, whether it is because of a family crisis or a medical diagnosis or the lingering effects of trauma.

So far, you would be hard pressed to find much good news in this sermon. I hope you can hang in a bit longer. 

Rev. John Perkins died on Friday at age 95.  He was born in rural Mississippi during the height of Jim Crow.  His mother died when he was an infant.  His older brother survived his service in WWII, only to be shot and killed by police after he returned.  John grew up to become a civil rights activist and a Baptist minister who devoted his life to racial reconciliation and justice. Jesse Jackson died last month.  We are losing the generation of elders who led the Civil Rights movement at a time when we really need their wisdom.  Most of us aren’t familiar with John Perkins but he founded community ministries in Mississippi and California that are still thriving.  And he wrote several books.  In one book he said, “I am all for churches being part of the nonviolent marches and protests that have happened in the wake of violent killings, but those protests happen only after a tragic event has taken place.  I want the church to be the community that is so dedicated to loving our neighbors, to caring for the poor and neglected, and to living out true reconciliation that these killings do not even take place.” [5]

Jesus’ good news is protection and care for the vulnerable, which happens because we form communities of radical welcome and refuge.  We advocate for those who have been broken by life or rejected by the powerful.  We are generous and mutually supportive and kind.

I just recently learned something about this word kind.  Kind can refer to things that are in the same category.  The same kind of things belong together.  Kind can also refer to kindness, how we treat each other – with friendship and generosity.  Both meanings of kind are related to the words for kin and kindred – words that speak to belonging and shared identity.  To be “kind” originally meant to recognize someone as your own kind. It carried the idea: you are of me, and I am of you. Kindness, then, was never just about politeness or good manners. It was about seeing oneself in another person. It was about mutual recognition — the understanding that beneath differences, there is shared humanity.

In a world that often feels divided, where individuality is amplified and differences are highlighted, this deeper meaning feels especially relevant. When people stop seeing each other as the same kind, community begins to fracture. There can be no true sense of belonging, tribe, or safety without kindness at its foundation.[6] 

This is what Jesus calls us to – recognizing that we are, at our core, the same kind.  All of us made in God’s image.  To all of us, the community of God belongs. 

Today, Jasmine stands among us as one who has said yes to Jesus’ call to discipleship and community and kindness. May her testimony and the presence of each other encourage us to strengthen our own commitment to Jesus’ good news for the vulnerable. Amen.


[1] https://www.davidlose.net/2015/09/pentecost-19-b-communities-of-the-broken-and-blessed/

[2] True to Our Native Land: An African American New Testament Commentary, edited by Brian K. Blount, Gay L. Byron, and Emerson B. Powery, (Minneapolis, MN: Fortress Press, 2024). 120.

[3] https://publichealth.jhu.edu/2024/guns-remain-leading-cause-of-death-for-children-and-teens

[4] https://prismreports.org/2026/02/09/anti-transgender-bills-2026/

[5] John Perkins, Dream With Me:  Race, Love and the Struggle We Must Win (Ada, Michigan: 2017).

[6] https://www.youtube.com/shorts/kQbwrGYdkxs

 

 

3/1/26 - Show Great Love - Luke 7:36-50

Show Great Love

Luke 7:36-50

Emmanuel Baptist Church; Rev. Kathy Donley

March 1, 2026

Note: A recording of the worship service in which this sermon was preached may be found here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPRyLgjDUDc

Once again, Jesus is at a meal in someone’s home, but for the guests who are leaders in the community, this is more than a dinner.  It is a gathering of the respected and respectable to discuss matters of importance. 

The flow of this important gathering of important men is interrupted by this sinful woman. She is described as a sinner more than once.  We should take that seriously. “We probably wouldn’t have liked her or been at all attracted to her. And Simon, the host, may have been charming and kind.  We have read these stories in a certain way for so long that we think we know the characters. But we should remember that Jesus eats with tax collectors and sinners. Tax collectors weren’t just “good” people that the world ostracized. They worked for the Roman Empire and extorted money from the poor. They did things that hurt people. And we probably would have liked the Pharisees. Though the gospels often portray them negatively, they passionately believed that their faith was expressed in acts of loving kindness, especially to the poor. They are the rabbis who made the word of God alive.”[1]

The woman is sinful.  We can accept that without jumping to the conclusion that her sins are of a sexual nature.  That’s often the assumption, isn’t it?  Two chapters before this, Peter said to Jesus, “Get away from me, for I am a sinful man.”  By his own admission, Peter is a sinner, and yet, no one ever interprets that to mean that he is a prostitute.

 Jesus would have been reclining, lying on a couch with his head close to the table and his feet extended behind him because in the ancient world, that is how they ate.  This woman crashes the party.  She goes to Jesus’ feet and washes them with her tears, dries them with her hair, kisses them with her lips and finally anoints them with oil. If you aren’t uncomfortable in this scene, you aren’t paying attention.  It is scandalous. She already has a reputation. This just plays right into what people already believe.   

Surely Jesus wouldn’t let her touch him in such an intimate way. The Greek word for touch also means to light on fire. Simon thinks “don’t do it Jesus.  Don’t let her lure you into temptation.  What kind of moral leader are you?”  Jesus could have said, “Please stop that. I’m not interested.” She’s making a scene, being inappropriate, ruining the evening.

He could have politely asked her to leave.

Whatever is going on, it is obviously important to her and therefore, to Jesus.  How do we respond with love when other people’s behavior makes us uncomfortable?

In his book, What’s So Amazing About Grace? author Philip Yancy tells the story of a Chicago social worker who tried to help sexworkers quit. A young woman was talking with the social worker, telling the reasons she became involved in prostitution—the money, the lifestyle, the near-impossibility of walking away, the living with a permanent sense of shame and guilt. She even told about hiring out her daughter. The case worker wrote:

I could hardly bear hearing her sordid story. . . I had no idea what to say to this woman. At last, I asked if she had ever thought about going to a church for help. I will never forget the look of pure naïve shock that crossed her face. “Church,” she cried. “Why would I go there? I already feel terrible about myself. They’d just make me feel worse.”

And Phil Yancey reflects: “[People] fled toward Christ, not away from him. The worse a person felt about herself, the more likely she was to see Jesus as a refuge. Has the church lost that gift?”[2]

Jesus doesn’t ask her to stop touching him.  Instead, he turns to Simon.  I imagine him making eye contact with Simon and holding it, letting Simon know that Jesus is aware of his thoughts.  Jesus says, “do you see this woman?”

Of course, Simon sees the woman. Everyone sees her.  She has taken over the party.  But Simon sees her in the way that the powerful and privileged see those beneath them, the way that men are allowed to see women, the way that the majority are allowed to see minorities, as less than, as objects for their disposal.

But Jesus has the ability to see her as God sees her.  Simon and the other men in the room see her as a problem.  Jesus sees her as a person.  

Jesus was a human being who thoroughly inhabited his culture.  He knew the social norms about men and women not touching in public.  Being touched, having his feet washed, not in the usual way with water and a towel, but with tears and her hair and with oil – that probably made him uncomfortable too, and yet, his response was loving enough to spare her embarrassment.

Pastor Debbie Blue writes, “I don’t think we’ll get to the beauty and complexity of forgiveness and the grace of God until we are somehow given to see that Jesus is really on the side of the sinner. When you glimpse this, it’s always breathtaking. . . . The truly sinful woman is truly forgiven.”[3]

Jesus connects forgiveness with great love.  But did the woman love because she had been forgiven?  Or was she forgiven because she loved Jesus? 

Verse 47 can be accurately translated in two different ways.  The New International Version says, “Therefore I tell you her many sins have been forgiven – for she loved much.”  But the NRSV says “Therefore, I tell you, her sins, which were many have been forgiven; hence she has shown great love.”

She is forgiven because she loved.  Alternatively, as a result of being forgiven much, she is able to love much. Or maybe both.

She brought the alabaster flask with her which suggests that she experienced acceptance and forgiveness prior to this event. We don’t know her sin or when she repented of it, but even if other people insist on labelling her a sinner, even if they continue to hold her past against her, she has come to trust that Jesus has forgiven her, that she is released.  She has received that.  She relies on it in a profound way and because of that, she can live with more love and freedom.

There is a backstory here that we don’t know. Just like we often have no idea what a person has lived through or what they’re currently carrying at any given moment.

“Does love lead to forgiveness or is the ability to love the result of being forgiven?”  Yes. 

The Rev. Michael Lindvall was a pastor in New York City for many years. It was his practice, when he performed a wedding, to ask the couple to write each other love letters.  They were private, not to be shown to anyone, especially not to each other.  The letters were sealed in envelopes and delivered to him.   He asked permission to share excerpts from the letters in the wedding sermon.  He said that they were usually quite moving and meaningful.[4]

One was especially memorable.  Lindvall said that this groom talked about how his wife-to-be loved him. Not knowing that he was penning Lukan theology as well as declaring love, he said that his fiancée’s love was most amazing because she loved him as he was, imperfections, male foibles and all. That was amazing enough, he wrote, but even more wondrous was the fact that her unconditional love had this way of pulling him to grow to be more worthy of it.

Her love did this without ever implying that he wasn’t worthy of it. Her unquestioning love took him as he was but somehow nudged him to be a better man without ever saying that there was anything wrong with him.” Lindvall says, “Maybe that’s why the entire congregation—including the couple, the family, the hired cellist and me—were in tears.”

“Jesus accepted the woman’s expression of love as a sign that she had been forgiven much.  Love is the natural response of the forgiven, but the capacity to love is directly related to the ability to receive grace, forgiveness and love.”[5]

The story is about an offering of love, an excessive, scandalous love that renews life and shares deep joy.  A joy that this woman tries to share with an entire community.  This love is barely contained.  It makes a spectacle of itself and makes us uncomfortable.  It offers a challenge to really see people as people, to accept them as they are and love them anyway.  It unleashes the love of God so that we can see more like God sees and love more like God loves, recognizing people as human beings to be accepted and not problems to be solved or objects to be used.

Anne Lamott asks

You want to know how big God’s love is?
The answer is: It’s very big.
It’s bigger than you are comfortable with.[6]

How big is God’s love?  VERY big.  Bigger than we are comfortable with.  Thanks be to God.

 


[1] Debbie Blue https://www.christiancentury.org/blogs/archive/2007-06/blogging-toward-sunday-0

[2] Philip Yancey, What's So Amazing About Grace? Revised and Updated: The Key to Transforming a Broken World, (Grand Rapids:  Zondervan, 2023) p. 11

[3] Debbie Blue https://www.christiancentury.org/blogs/archive/2007-06/blogging-toward-sunday-0

[4] https://www.christiancentury.org/article/2004-06/scandalous-behavior

[5] R. Alan Culpepper, The New Interpreter’s Bible, Vol. IX, (Nashville:  Abingdon Press, 1995), p 171

[6] Anne Lamott, Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith, (New York: Riverhead Books, 2007), p. 125

2/15/26 - Do Not Worry! (?) - Matthew 6:24-34

Do Not Worry! (?)

Matthew 6:24-34

Emmanuel Baptist Church; Rev. Kathy Donley

February 15, 2026

 

Note: A recording of the worship service in which this sermon was preached may be found here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AlpkzzcN-DM

Americans are feeling gloomy about the future.  A recent Gallup poll asked people to evaluate how good their life will be in 5 years.  Americans gave the most pessimistic responses When asked to evaluate how good their life will be in 5 years on a recent Gallup poll, Americans responded with the lowest measure of optimism since Gallup began asking this question about twenty years ago. [1]

A pastor once knew about some particular challenges in a certain household, so she asked the father if they were worried about the situation.  The father replied, “No, but I worry that it is already past the time when I should have started worrying.”

Many of us are worried and stressed.  I know someone who loses valuable time because she gets caught up in doom scrolling and then she loses more time because when she finally puts down the phone she is so depressed that she has to take a nap.  I know someone who feels the stress as chronic, low-level nausea which is never fully relieved no matter how many antiacids or ginger ale he consumes.  I know some folks who have not got a full night’s rest in many months.  I know someone who has gone through the public motions of celebrating their children’s milestone accomplishments while privately grieving the world they are inhabiting.  I won’t ask you to raise your hands, but maybe some of you resemble those descriptions. I know I do. 

By many indications, we are worried.  We are anxious.  And for many good reasons.  It is not like our worries are unfounded.  Bad things are happening and even when they are known by many people and even by people with some power to effect change, they are not being fixed. 

In times like this, we should be able to turn to our faith, to be comforted and guided by the wisdom we find there. So I went to Jesus.  I went to this collection of his core teachings called the Sermon on the Mount.  Last Sunday at Dinner Church, we explored Jesus’ teaching on anger in this same collection and I heard from some of you that that was kind of helpful.  So, I thought to try again with this part about worry.

“Jesus’ longest discourse on a human emotion is about worry.”[2]  Jesus could have picked any number of different emotions to focus on – anger, fear, grief, affection – but he chose worry.  One scholar writes “It is clear from Jesus’ attention to the subject that worry has been an unwelcome guest in human hearts and minds from the very beginning, . . insinuating itself, creeping up and settling in wherever and whenever it can.” [3]

So, Jesus had a lot to say about worry.  That seems like a good sign as I reach for my Bible, as I anticipate receiving the wisdom I’m looking for.  I also know that Jesus’ audiences were the 90% of the population who were poor.  They were people who earned enough to eat today, but who might not work tomorrow and therefore might not eat tomorrow. People who had good reason to worry about the world their children were inhabiting.   People who were suffering brutal oppression and military occupation.  They carried all the physical signs and symptoms of worry and anxiety and fear with them all the time because life was so uncertain.

If Jesus talked a lot about worry, if he had guidance and comfort for those first century Palestinians, then surely I will find what I need in this passage, right? Confidently then, I open the Bible and discover these words.  Jesus said, “Do not worry about your life. . .”   He says a little bit more, something about not being able to get any taller or live any longer just by worrying.  None of this seems especially helpful.

When I am deeply concerned about something and someone says “Don’t worry about it. I am sure it will be fine. ” that is the opposite of comforting.  The result is that I am still concerned but also now angry about the other person’s cluelessness. 

I know Jesus is not clueless, but so far is not giving me much to go on. So I read more slowly, trying to figure it out.  He says “Look at the birds of the air.”  “Consider the lilies of the field.”

It turns out that look and consider are very strong verbs in Greek.  Jesus is saying “No really,  look at these things, study them.”

Barbara Brown Taylor writes “As moral as [Jesus] was—as much as he cared about the blessedness of the poor, the welfare of widows, the healing of the sick, and the raising of the dead – he seemed to know that what anxious people need is to get over ourselves for a moment, losing ourselves in the kind of beauty that loosens our grip on all the things we mistakenly think will keep us safe.”[4]

I was very fortunate that Wayne Oates was one of my teachers.  He was professor of psychiatry at the University of Louisville School of Medicine and also taught at my seminary.  His work was foundational to the field which is now known as pastoral care.  He is the person who coined the term “workaholic.”  

One particular lecture has stuck with me.  It’s one in which he talked about how to manage chronic pain.  He said that if you live with chronic pain or if you care for someone who does, you have to create coping strategies.  One strategy is distraction or interruption.  In this strategy, you take breaks, to give yourself opportunities to shift your focus from your pain and from whatever you have to do to manage your condition. In some way, you change your routine, your location or whatever is receiving your primary attention. 

So today I’m thinking about worry as that chronic pain. Maybe Barbara Brown Taylor has it right.  Jesus could be saying, interrupt your pain with beauty.  Look up from your doom scrolling and watch the birds.  Watching the birds is not going to right the world’s wrongs, but Taylor says, “beauty can make them seem small in the presence of something so luminous, so unexpectedly lovely and generously given that we welcome its disruption; the silver wings of a bird, the purple throat of a lily.  Beauty can hold our gaze for a moment of perfect stillness.  Then, when it is done dismantling us, beauty can bring us back to ourselves with a wider gaze and a surer sense of connection to every living thing, ready to engage the divine work of creating more beauty in the world, more justice and true love.”[5]

It is counter-intuitive to me, not easy to trust that turning my attention away from the struggle is the right thing to do. 

The world has watched as two white people were murdered by authorities in broad daylight in Minneapolis. Accountability for those crimes has been elusive or non-existent and some people have said, “this is not America.”  But other voices have said, “This is who America has always been.”  Brown and black people have always lived in this America.  They are too familiar with lynchings by those supposedly charged to serve and protect.  They know well the rage at injustice and the chronic worry that a loved one could be next. 

And so, I am wondering if I might also turn to their faith and wisdom to understand what Jesus meant.  Rev. Otis Moss III is the pastor at Trinity United Church in Chicago. Moss embodies black spirituality and black liberation theology.  His first book was Blue Note Preaching in a Post-Soul World:  Finding Hope in an Age of Despair. That sounds like the kind of wisdom I’m looking for.  More recently, he released another book, entitled Dancing in the Darkness. 

He said that the title comes from an experience with his daughter in 2008, when then-Senator Barack Obama, who was a member of his congregation, was running for president.  The church and Moss’ predecessor, the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, were receiving death threats.  Moss was also on the church staff at the time.

He said, “One night we heard something in the house and my wife tapped me and said, ‘[You] need to check that out,’” Moss recalled. “So I grabbed my rod and my staff that comforts me — that being a Louisville slugger — and looked around the house and I heard the noise again coming from my daughter's bedroom, and I'm thinking that someone broke into our home. Was I going to have to defend my children and my wife? I come into my daughter’s room and there she is in the middle of the room and she’s dancing. She’s saying, ‘Look, daddy, I'm dancing.’ It's 3 a.m. So I get that fatherly voice — ‘Baby, you need to go to bed.’

But then the spirit just rested on me and said, ‘Look at your daughter, she’s dancing in the darkness. The darkness is around her, but it’s not in her.’ And at that moment, I ran down to my study and I just started writing until the sun came up. And when I finished, I stepped into the pulpit and said, ‘We are called to dance in this darkness, dance with love, with joy, with justice, with compassion, with dignity.’”[6]

Here’s another story --  An American woman named Yvonne went to Honduras to work in refugee camps for people fleeing the war in El Salvador in the 1980’s.  One day a woman asked Yvonne whey she always looked so sad.  Yvonne talked about the grief she felt over all the suffering she was witnessing and her commitment to give everything she had to the struggle. The refugee woman told her, “Only people who expect to go back to North America in a year work the way you do.  You cannot be serious about our struggle unless you and play and celebrate and do those things that make it possible to give a lifetime to it.”  Each time the refugees were displaced and had to build a new camp, they immediately formed three committees, a construction committee, an education committee, and the committee of joy.  Celebration was as basic to their life as digging latrines and teaching their children to read. [7] 

We are now in a struggle for the long haul. I am aware that I don’t know much about that.  My inclination is just to grit my teeth and get through this.  America 2026 is not a joyful place, so if I don’t expect joy or justice.  If it seems wrong to celebrate, that seems reasonable.  But Jesus spoke about life in abundance, about joy being full. And in this passage, Jesus says that life is more than food and clothing.  Life is more than that.   Worry robs us of life, chronic fear results in a cautious way of living that is not really living at all. 

Jesus is always offering us an alternative. Look at the birds, consider the lilies. These are phrased like commands.

 “Jesus means for us to study and scrutinize a world where God provides freely and lavishly, to enter into God’s reign where anxiety plays no part, where worry is not a reality.”[8] 

Look at the birds, consider the lilies, dance in the dark, choose joy no matter what – these are commands that may save our lives.  Amen.

 


[1] https://www.pbs.org/newshour/politics/new-gallup-poll-reveals-depth-of-americans-gloom-about-the-future

[2] Martin Copenhaver, Jesus Is the Question: The 307 Questions Jesus Asked and the 3 He Answered, (Nashville:  Abingdon, Press, 2014), p. 45.

[3] Martin Copenhaver, Jesus is the Question, p. 45

[4]Barbara Brown Taylor, “Errors About Beauty” in Always A Guest: Speaking of Faith Far From Home, (Louisville:  Westminster/John Knox Press, 2020), p. 15

 [5] Barbara Brown Taylor,  Always a Guest, p. 15

[6] https://news.wttw.com/2023/02/11/seeking-light-during-difficult-times-dancing-darkness

[7] Told by Joyce Hollyday in Turning Toward Home (New York:  Harper and Row, 1989), pp 263-264

[8] Thomas G. Long, Matthew:  The Westminster Bible Companion (Louisville:  Westminster/John Knox Press, 1997), p. 75

1/18/26 - Risk Management - Genesis 12:1-10

Risk Management

Genesis 12:1-10

Emmanuel Baptist Church; Rev. Kathy Donley

January 18, 2026

Note: A recording of the worship service in which this sermon was preached may be found here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiKGv9IjGaE

 

I have a new appreciation for Abraham.  I have, of course, read the Bible stories about him many times.  I am aware that three major world religions trace our beginnings back to him.  Even so, as recently as last Sunday, if you had asked me to name my most favorite people in the Hebrew Bible, I don’t think Abraham would have been in top five.  And frankly, I don’t know where he ranks, but it’s much higher than it was a week ago. 

It's because I spent some time this week putting myself in his shoes. When the call of God first comes to him, Abraham is 75 years old and childless.  He is facing an arduous journey to an unspecified land.  He and Sarah, his wife, are unlikely to beget children. In fact, God is telling them to abandon the home and most of the family they do have. 

What does it take for them to pick up and leave?

A strong conviction that it is God’s voice that Abraham is hearing.  And deep trust that God will do what God promises in spite of all the evidence to the contrary.  Being able to recognize God’s voice and trust it with his life.  Yeah, I have new appreciation for him.

Every scholar I read this week agreed that the transition between the end of chapter 11 and the beginning of chapter 12 is important.  One called it the “lynchpin of the whole Bible.”[1] Another called it “pivotal” saying “it is perhaps the most important structural break in the Old Testament and certainly in Genesis.”[2]

Chapter 11 tells us that Abraham’s father was Terah. Terah lived in a place called Ur.  One of his sons died there, leaving a grandson named Lot.  Some years earlier before chapter 12, Terah took his son Abraham and his daughter-in-law Sarah and his grandson Lot and left their home in Ur with the intention of going to Canaan.   They made it as far as Haran, which was maybe a bit more than halfway, and then they stopped.  Haran becomes the place where Abraham grows into adulthood and the place where Terah dies.

Chapter 11 also tells us that the family of Abraham is about to die out.  Abraham and Sarah have no children.  It doesn’t say why.  It does not say whose fault it is, whether this is some kind of punishment or curse.  It is simply given as a fact that “this family has played out its future and has nowhere else to go.  There is no foreseeable future.” [3]

But then, in chapter 12,  God speaks into the situation.  God speaks a word about a future spoken to a family without any expectation or hope of having a future.  God says “Go.  Go from your country and your family, from the house that your father built,  to an unknown place that I will show you.” 

In his commentary on Genesis, Old Testament scholar Walter Brueggemann explains that this story is the first in the Bible where we find an important theme that will appear again and again.  The theme is this: to stay in safety is to remain lifeless; to leave in risk is to have hope. [4] It is a theme of letting go for the sake of life.

Perhaps it is not too extreme to suggest that we at Emmanuel find ourselves in place that parallels that of Abraham and Sarah.   A year ago, you voted to sell this building, to move out from this settled place into a location that we hoped God would show us.  It has been a year of tension as we have simultaneously embraced and resisted change.  We are committed and willing to go, but also we want the trip to be as smooth as possible please.

When I was a child, my father was a hospital administrator. I remember so many dinner table conversations in which he shared his day with my mother.  And this week, a phrase came back to me. It’s a phrase I don’t really understand now and I certainly did not understand it when I heard it as a child.  The words are Risk Management. Risk Management was one of the hospital departments under my Dad’s supervision.

Risk management is defined as identifying, evaluating and prioritizing risks, followed by the minimization, monitoring and control of the impact or probability of those risks occurring.[5]  I dare say that for many of us risk management is a way of life. I get a covid vaccine and a flu shot every year.  I wear my seatbelt. I buy insurance.  I stand by those choices. 

And yet, the Bible is full of stories of people who don’t seem bound by that kind of conventional wisdom. Abraham and Sarah moved from the known to the unknown, from the safe and familiar to the strange and unpredictable. They left not knowing where they were going or even why.

Biblical scholar Dan Clendenin writes “This Abrahamic call from God can feel counter-intuitive. It's a call to move beyond three deeply human and unusually powerful fears — fear of the unknown that we can't control, fear of others who are different from us, and fear of powerlessness in the face of impossibilities.”[6]

“To stay in safety is to remain lifeless; to leave in risk is to have hope.”  But we want to be wise stewards and also our fears are powerful.  So, we seek to manage the risks. 

Beyond our church community, we live in a wider context which is also fraught.  Are we witnessing the death of American democracy?   In light of that bigger picture, can we even justify the time and energy we are investing in seeking God’s future for our little church?   Perhaps our efforts would be better spent elsewhere.  But to Abraham and Sarah, God’s voice said “keep going into the future you cannot see” and on our best days, some of us still hear and trust that same voice. 

Among the many vigils held in memory of Renee Good, was one in New Hampshire.  Remarks by the Episcopal Bishop Rob Hirschfeld went viral. Speaking of Renee Good as a martyr, someone who died for her faith, he said “We are entering a new era of martyrdom.”  He also mentioned Jonathan Daniels, a white Episcopal seminary students and civil rights activist who was killed in 1965 while shielding a black girl from a shotgun blast fired by a racist. He said that faith leaders today may end up in similar situations as they resist the actions of ICE.  “I have told the clergy of the Episcopal Diocese of New Hampshire that we may be entering into that same witness,” he said. “I’ve asked them to get their affairs in order, to make sure they have their wills written. Because it may be that now is no longer the time for statements, but for us — with our bodies — to stand between the powers of this world and the most vulnerable.  . . . . Those of us who are ready to build a new world, we also have to be prepared. If we truly want to live without fear, we cannot fear even death itself, my friends.”[7]

The bishop was surprised by the attention given to this message. He said he has been issuing similar warnings for years.  We have also heard this before. It was Jesus who said “If any want to become my followers, let them take up their cross and follow me. For those who want to save their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake and the sake of the gospel will save it.”

The thing about Jesus is he doesn’t seem to know a thing about risk management.  “To stay in safety is to remain lifeless; to leave in risk is to have hope.” 

This has always been our call.  Perhaps, like Abraham’s father, Emmanuel Baptist Church has gone a good ways on the journey.  We found a comfortable place and settled into a familiar pattern but now God is again saying “Go. Move into the future I will show you.”  It falls to us to continue the task which our Baptist ancestors in Albany began so long ago. First Baptist Church was 23 years old and doing very well when they had a vision to plant a new church in part of the city where there were no Baptists. Our history records their conviction that duty “demanded something more than the tranquil and indolent enjoyment of the divine blessing.” [8]

They also had a national picture to consider.   When they built the first building in 1833, back when Emmanuel was called Pearl Street Baptist Church, they said “In spite of the financial difficulties arising from President Jackson’s policies with respect to national banks and currency, the work was pushed forward.”[9] Believe it or not, there was a crisis that year over federal tariffs.  Some of you will be interested to know that the Pearl Street Baptist Church cost $40,000 to complete.  That is about 1.5 million today.  They raised $28,000 right away and paid off the remaining $12,000 mortgage in 15 years.  If I have new appreciation for Abraham, I am even more grateful for the courage of those early Baptists in Albany. 

One of us has the star word “Courage” this year.  Courage doesn't come from the root word for analysis, or for strategic planning or goal setting. Courage comes from the French word for heart.  The theologian Paul Tillich wrote that the best interpretation for us of what the Bible means by faith is our word, "courage." When your heart opens, courage can rise, sometimes in the most unexpected ways, enabling you to do things you had never imagined.  Faith is not about managing risk.  It's about where passion lies in your life. " Where your treasure is, there is your heart." Where your heart is, there is your courage.

As a Christmas gift, I received one of the last books Walter Brueggemann wrote.  It’s called Alphabet of Faith:  Prophetic Prayers for a Chaotic World.

The entry “F is for Faith” grabbed me this week.  The whole thing is beautiful, but let me share just a bit from the middle.  Brueggemann says

 

We are glad to stand in the company of the great performers of faith, as their names easily roll off our lips:

By faith, Abraham. . .

By faith, Jacob . . .

By faith Moses. . . .

And then a whole procession of the faithful:

By faith Martin [King] with his dreams,

By faith Walter with his auto workers [Walter Reuther, founder of the United Auto Workers]

By faith Eleanor [Roosevelt] with her UN votes

By faith Norman with his relentless socialism [Norman Thomas was a Presbyterian minister and political activist]

By faith Jim [Wallis] as leader in the company of sojourners

By faith Desmond [Tutu] with his joy in justice

By faith Shane [Claiborne] with his habitat at the edge

By faith Angela [Merkel] with her passion for viable world order,

 

I love that he names the ancient faithful and the more recently departed and those still living all together.

 Then he goes on

And by faith all the company of those

Who refuse to let our unjust world go unchallenged

Who run risks and dare disruption for the sake of the neighbor,

Who live lives of unseemly joy amid a world of violation. [10]

 

Last month, I met a woman who has lived in Albany for a long time. She is a member of one of the FOCUS Churches.  Someone I had not met before. In our conversation, she told me what she knew about and admired about Emmanuel.  If I were to insert her words into Brueggeman’s pattern, she would say “By faith, Emmanuel Baptist Church with your creativity and passion, your willingness to create a plan for vitality, to risk in hope.”

It seems like this has been our call all along. 

 

 

[1] John Holbert, https://www.patheos.com/resources/additional-resources/2011/03/lynchpin-of-the-bible-john-holbert-03-14-2011

 

[2] Walter Brueggemann, Genesis: Interpretation A Bible Commentary for Teaching and Preaching, (Atlanta:  John Knox Press, 1982), p. 114.

[3] Brueggemann, Genesis, p. 116

[4] Brueggemann, Genesis,  p. 118

[5] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Risk_management

[6] https://www.journeywithjesus.net/essays/3637-20080602JJ

[7] https://www.nhepiscopal.org/blog/2026/1/11/bishop-robs-reflection-from-the-renee-good-vigil-in-concord-nh-january-9-2026

[8] 125th Anniversary of Emmanuel Baptist Church Booklet, Robert G. Blabey and Maragret Ellis Blabey, editors, 1959, p .4

[9] 125th Anniversary Booklet, p. 4

[10] Walter Brueggemann, Alphabet of Faith:  Prophetic Prayers for a Chaotic World, Conrad L. Kanagy, ed, (Minneapolis:  Fortress Press, 2025),  pp 39-40

1/4/26 - This is Christ the King - Matthew 2:13-23

This is Christ the King

Matthew 2:13-23

Emmanuel Baptist Church; Rev. Kathy Donley

January 4, 2026

 

Note: A recording of the worship service in which this sermon was preached may be found here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLfPYS4G6DM

 

“A voice is heard in Ramah,
    weeping and great mourning,
Rachel weeping for her children
    and refusing to be comforted,
    because they are no more.”

 

Matthew is quoting Jeremiah. Writing at the time of the exile to Babylon, Jeremiah remembers Rachel.  Rachel, the wife of Jacob/Israel, died in childbirth.  As she died, she named her son Ben-oni, which means son of my sorrow. Rachel was buried on the road to Bethlehem, generations before the birth of Jesus.  Ramah is the temporary gathering place for the people of Judah who are being deported to Babylon. Jeremiah recalls a matriarch of Israel, weeping for children she will not to live to see.  In Jeremiah’s context, that ancient ancestor Rachel is remembered by the mothers weeping for all the children of Israel lost because of the conquest by Babylon.   Matthew picks up the same imagery of great mourning as he tries to describe the havoc that Empire wreaks on the lives of innocent people.

Matthew reminds his audience that history repeats itself, that there will always be those who oppose God, who work evil. History repeats itself.  Herod slaughtered innocent babies.  Before him, there had been a Pharoah who felt threatened by the number of Israelites in Egypt and he ordered the execution of those baby boys.  We know about one who escaped.  His name was Moses. 

Here is four-year-old Hudea.[1] In 2012, she was in a refugee camp for Syrian people displaced by war.  When she saw a camera with a telephoto lens, she thought it was a gun and put up her hands.  She knows things a four-year-old should not know.

Another Syrian child, about Hudea’s age, in a different refugee camp two years later. Like Hudea, she is terribly afraid.  Different child, different photographer, same experience.

Two children, terrorized by war.  I suspect they carry that trauma in their bodies to this day, if they survived.  History continues to repeat, and so, there are children and adults in Gaza, Yemen, Ukraine and now Venezuela who have been terrorized or are being terrorized and they carry the trauma of what no one should have to endure.   

Jesus’ family knew this pain. They packed up and left Bethlehem in the middle of the night, walking hundreds of miles to get to safety.  In his body, from a very young age, Jesus knew the trauma of fleeing, he felt the fear of his parents.

If we are to speak of terror happening in Gaza or Venezuela, we must also recognize what is happening right here in the USA, right here in Albany. 

In December, ICE abducted 10 Afghan men in Albany.  Four of them were members of the Bakhtani family – the father and three sons.  Two of them were taken as they left worship at their mosque.  Yesterday, Jim and I and some of you attended a rally in support of this family and all those who are being held unjustly by our government.  The father and one son have now been released, but two adult sons remain in detention.

The mother of this family went to the hospital on the day of their abduction, believing that she was having a heart attack.  In a statement yesterday, she told a bit of her family’s story.  She said, “We lived every day under the shadow of war.  Simply surviving felt like a struggle for life itself.  In 2021, our family was forced to flee Afghanistan due to Taliban prosecution. My sons’ longstanding work on American-funded projects as well as their involvement in teaching English and information technology left their lives in immediate danger.  Leaving was not a choice; it was a matter of survival. Our journey to safety was unimaginably brutal.  …We endured hunger, thirst, exhaustion and terror.  We walked endless miles, went days without food and faced death at every step.  We crossed oceans, confronted criminal cartels, and endured the unthinkable, driven only by the hope of freedom, peace, and protection of our children. After surviving all of this, we believed we had finally reached safety, but today my family is once again living in a nightmare, since December when my husband and three sons were taken away.  I am living with constant fear and unbearable grief. . . . my heart is breaking. I have endured war, exile, hunger and loss, but this pain is beyond my strength.”

History repeats itself. The USA is empire, whether we like it or not, whether we support it or not.  We are caught up in the ways of empire by default. And for many who have sought safety here, this land is now full of the very danger that they fled.

History repeats itself.  One empire replaces another.  When Herod the Great died, Mary and Joseph wanted to go home, to return to Bethlehem.  We don’t know how long they had been refugees, foreigners, outsiders, in Egypt. Probably a few years at least.   But as they were going home, they realized that Herod’s son, Archelaus, was likely as ruthless as his father. And so, again, their life plans were upended by Empire and they went to Nazareth instead.  Even there, Jesus grew and was formed by the constant presence of occupying Roman soldiers.

Stanley Hauerwas puts it this way: “Jesus is born into a world in which children are killed, and continue to be killed, to protect the power of tyrants. … The Herods of this world begin by hating the child, Jesus, but . . . end up hurting and murdering children. That is the politics, the politics of murder, to which the church is called to be the alternative.” [2]

At the Christmas concert this year, Barb and I sang the carol “Some Children See Him” which has long been a favorite of mine.  The lyrics say “the children in each different place will see the baby Jesus’ face, like theirs, but bright with heavenly grace.”  There is truth here.  The incarnation means that Jesus came to be with us, came to be like us.  But that truth can also be distorted until we remake Jesus in our own image.  I have been struck this year, like never before, about the significance of the particular human being that Jesus was. God did not choose to put on the flesh of a person somewhat sheltered by wealth or power or privilege. The child Jesus knew the human experience in ways most of us in this room never will. He carried trauma in his body, years before he went to the cross. All the trauma he endured was at the hands of Empire.

You know all this already.  I often feel that I am repeating myself and that can feel pointless, but today it is important that I say these things and that we hear them together because there are many who claim to speak for Jesus who are aligning themselves with Empire.  Those who justify the terrorization of immigrants in the name of Jesus who was a refugee.  Those who champion American exceptionalism as if we have most favored nation status with God, as if we are not among those who most fervently need the course-correction of repentance.  

 “The God who chose to become flesh and dwell among us is always, always standing with the vulnerable and is never celebrating the cruel.”[3]  A colleague of mine said that in December and it has stuck with me.

Baptist theologian Ken Sehested says, that we “must sustain impervious resistance to imperial dominance.”  Sehested writes, “In these days, here and now—at historic levels—the community of faith in the Way of Jesus is threatened by the corruption of its purpose, its promise, its provision. A current, prominent name for this corruption is White/Christian Nationalism.”

“Maybe the most distinctive calling we have in this season is to undermine this corruption of Christian speech. . . This is heresy and must be loudly denounced as such, not just with our words but with the very shape of our lives, livelihoods shaped and animated by the Beloved’s passion for the fate of those left behind, left out, left over.”[4]

History repeats itself, which means that Empire replaces Empire.  But history may also repeat itself as the followers of Jesus in each generation rise to resist. Staring down the Nazi Empire, Dietrich Bonhoeffer said, “I believe that God can and will bring good out of evil, even the greatest of evil.  For that purpose God needs men [and women] who make the best use of everything.” [5] One might say that Bonhoeffer made the best possible use of his time in a Nazi prison cell.

Friends, we are weary, so tired, perhaps even numbed by the depravity of our political leaders.  If some of us had allowed ourselves to think that maybe this year would be different, those hopes were crushed just three days in.  There is no sugar-coating it.  Jesus was born into a world in which children are killed, and continue to be killed, to protect the power of tyrants.  But I pray that you and I will make the best use of everything at our disposal to join God in bringing good.  We can be God’s alternative to Empire.  We need each other and we cannot give up.  Amen and amen.


[1] https://medium.com/on-human-rights/the-unfinished-story-of-hudea-ce62c1daa014

[2] Stanley Hauerwas, Matthew, Brazos Theological Commentary Series, (Ada, Michigan: Brazos Press, 2015),  p 41

[3] The Rev. Marcella Auld Glass in her sermon on December 14, 2025 https://irp.cdn-website.com/95473ce8/files/uploaded/Sermon+12-14-25+MG.pdf

[4] https://prayerandpolitiks.org/articles-essays-sermons/its-a-sad-and-beautiful-world/?fbclid=IwY2xjawPKf6FleHRuA2FlbQIxMABicmlkETEzZ2ZWNzBUd1hMM2R5bWpOc3J0YwZhcHBfaWQQMjIyMDM5MTc4ODIwMDg5MgABHlx48ympS3D3CSmUfxdUDZ5GxbrcnJNfz91gW81L5r2m2RxigRB2-voLnbjJ_aem_GnNiwwW7uhYNRBN6LutBAg

[5] Dietrich Bonhoeffer in “After Ten Years: A Reckoning Made at New Year 1943” in God is in the Manger: Reflections on Advent and Christmas (Louisville: WJKP, 2010) p. 79.