Sermons by Rev. Chris Kliesen Wehrman (Page 9)
Let the Streets Preach
Once in the midst of an act of civil disobedience – we now think of as Palm Sunday – certain authorities challenged Jesus. “Your people are too loud; disruptive. Tell your people to hush!” they said. They did this in the name of keeping peace. Jesus was wiser and in this for the long run. He knew peace is the offspring of justice. He said something like, “I could do that. But if the people shut their mouths, if they swallow their shouts, if they defer the truth that is on their tongues….if that, then the streets themselves will shout, demand; cry out.” Now, the streets of our city are speaking volumes. It is time to listen.
Trinity: A Reflection on the Color Wheel
Today is Holy Trinity Sunday in the tradition of the church. The day on which theologians often jovially wish one another, “Good luck with that!” This year is less jovial. Why would we spend our energy on a philosophical construct when the specific historical/spiritual moment calls instead for blood, sweat and tears? But wait! That’s a trinity, too, or is it? Trinity is a matter of relationship. Nothing could be more urgent, more central to our collective need. In the image of the triune God we roll up our sleeves and get PRESENT and CREATIVE, and we get on the ground and start LOVING and HEALING and we offer our many and diverse gifts and combine as a MOVEMENT toward TRANSFORMATION. Creator, Christ and Constant Companion, be with us as we gather – and celebrate graduates!
When is Fire Good News?
We gather to celebrate Pentecost, a great sending, the sending out of the disciples, closest students of Jesus previously sequestered in fear, whose mouths are suddenly opened by the coming of Holy Spirit in wind and flame. With fires raging in our cities, it is crucial that we hear the truth pouring from the open throats, raw with smoke. We must question whatever is comfortable for us and us alone, and yet again turn our hands and hearts to the tasks of justice. Let’s come together to sing and pray, lament and renew God’s direction in us.
Going Home to Where You’ve Never Been
We come together in the name of our Creating God, who calls us to be a blessing to one another and to the whole wide world. On this Sunday particularly, we remember and commemorate – we recall and honor; memorialize. We open ourselves to reminders from our past, memories and the lessons of the people and events of our history. Our collective memories are long – memories of war and peace, sacrifice and loss, and homecoming. Our personal memories embroider them all. Together, we will work to remember well and carefully, so that we may find a fruitful way forward.
Little Altars Everywhere
There is nowhere and nothing that can keep us from God. “God is in the house!” we say happily in the sanctuary. Yes! And God is in the condo, the apartment, the duplex, camper, the tent, and under the overpass. God is in the house and under the sky and flowing in the river and out of your kitchen tap and down in the dirt where the roots are stirring. God is in our breath and bones. In God we live and move and have our being! Holy, holy, holy. Let’s sing. And pray. And talk together. Let us give our hearts, again and again and consider how our lives are marked by “Little Altars Everywhere.” This is a particularly wonderful time to create a worship area in your home. We will weave them together…
Hens, Heroes & Another Mother’s Sermon
Like the mother hen of Luke 13:34 Jesus shakes out his feathers, spreads his wings, and faces the foxes. Mothers and mother-ers are both warm AND fierce. The wisdom of children demands it. We are all nesting in the branches of the same Tree of Life. This Sunday we will celebrate the many forms of “mothering” in our lives: mothers, mother figures, and those filling a mothering role. We do this even as we also remember those grieving the loss of a mother, those with challenging relationships with a mother, and those who long to be mothers. Together, we will sing and talk and pray. We will encounter the Holy.
Supper with a Stranger/Savior
The first Sunday in May is renowned for its splendor! Under usual circumstances we can’t wait to go out and celebrate May Day and warm up for Cinco de Mayo! We revel in the Festival of Nations and generally, allow ourselves the intoxication of inhaling SPRING! Only this year isn’t usual. This year is unsettling – to put it mildly. And our story for the morning took place on another unusual, unsettled spring day. It happened on a road heading away from confusion and chaos and toward the revelation of a whole new way of living. We will walk the road to Emmaus.
The Seventh Day
Shhhhhh. Shall we hum a lullaby? The earth is resting. This Sunday is the third Sunday of Easter and we remember the 50th anniversary of Earth Day. We celebrate LIFE when we realize the blessing of rest, the holy, healing power of Sabbath. You may want to vest your home worship space. If you like, anchor the 4 corners of you tabletop with the elements of Earth, Air, Fire and Water or other emblems of Creation. (A stone, a feather, a candle; a bowl of water….are simple ideas.) We will remember together and sing and pray.
Risus Paschalis (the Easter Laugh) and the Sorrow Jar
For centuries in Eastern Orthodox, Catholic and Protestant countries, the week following Easter Sunday, culminated in “Bright Sunday” (the 2nd Sunday of the Easter season). It was observed by the faithful as “days of joy and laughter” with parties and picnics to celebrate Jesus’ resurrection. The custom was rooted in the musings of early church theologians (like Augustine, Gregory of Nyssa, and John Chrysostom) that God played a practical joke on the devil by raising Jesus from the dead. Early theologians called it “Risus paschalis – the Easter laugh.” Lately we call it Holy Humor or Holy Hilarity Sunday.
Empty Isn’t Really
Easter unplugged. Those are the words that have been running through my heart. Easter in small rooms. Easter confined. I’ve mentioned that this year Easter feels like peering inside one of those sugar eggs that contain tiny dioramas, each one a household. AND – That is exactly what we intend to do Sunday morning.