I am preaching this weekend. My text is Acts 9.36-42, in which the Apostle Peter revives Tabitha from death. So I’m going to talk about death in the middle of the Easter season. Death, you know, is a prerequisite for resurrection. It is not incidental to it, nor is it avoidable. If we are to be resurrected, we must pass away. If we are to live, we must die. This is what Jesus said and this is what he did.
Jesus also said, Follow me. So I’m doing my best to follow him and trying to forget where he’s leading me: Toward my cross, toward my death. This week I am called to follow him to the pulpit and tell the truth in love. That is really scary for me, because my church is dying. It is eating itself alive with anger and mistrust. What does my dear church — the church that raised me and nurtured me and loved me without question — need to hear on Sunday?
Not sure. Perhaps I could just stand up there and ask questions for 20 minutes. Who are you? What are you doing here? Why do you even come to church? What are you looking for? What do you want Wieuca to be? The shining star of the Buckhead church scene? Or do you mostly want it to be pretty? Do you come here so you can feel good? Do you want it to be some kind of hip hangout? Do you want it to be your own private social club? Or do you want it to be a place where we can all die together and allow God to lift us out of the pit of ourselves? And be raised to a life unimaginable? And see each other for who we are: the messy and broken and beautiful Body of Christ? And reach out to a frightened and anxious world and heal it in the name of God, and in so doing heal ourselves? How do you think the world looked to Tabitha when she was resurrected? Do you think she worried about her social status? Or her public image? Or her bank account? Or the Joneses? Do you think she thought about her own life at all? etc.
Yeah, I could just go on like that. But I need to find a better way. The whole thing hurts me deeply.
This website is not being read by too many people because it is not yet ready for prime time. That time is coming soon. But for the few of you who do know about it and do read it, if you’re the praying kind, please ask Christ to give me the courage to tell the truth in love, and ask him to give me the grace to accept it. I’m pretty much a mess. Thanks.