Which Song to Sing

Hi! I'm Rev. Sam LaDue, pastor of University Lutheran Church (UniLu) in Palo Alto. We're a small, queer-affirming, Stanford-adjacent congregation that takes the Gospel seriously and itself not so seriously. This week a stranger walked into the office while we were getting a new printer installed, and by the time he left, well- he was leaving because I'd asked him to leave the property. The texts for the day were Matthew 11 and Romans 7—Jesus frustrated that nobody will listen to the right song, and Paul confessing he keeps doing the thing he doesn't want to do. This sermon is about all of that, about what freedom actually costs, and about learning to recognize which song is worth singing at the top of your lungs.

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based on Matthew 11:16–30 and Romans 7:15–25a, for the Sixth Sunday after Pentecost, Year A

A Stranger Walks In
So, as those who were with us and using the worship aids noticed, we received our new printer this past Tuesday. This is huge. I am thrilled to be able to print better worship aids that allow everyone to see more clearly! 

The installation went pretty smoothly. I gave our old Ricoh a genuine goodbye gesture that made the folks doing the install awkwardly chuckle, and then I left them to their work as I handled some other things in the office.

Somewhere in there, someone came in—phone blaring some kind of talk radio—and headed straight for the bathroom. I didn't see the face. I assumed it must be someone who knows us somehow.

Eventually, this person came out of the restroom, and he asked whether the tech and I knew the story of Joseph. (Yes, Joseph as in, the amazing technicolor Dreamcoat Joseph.)  This person continued on, explaining to us how Joseph was "promoted" because he was a Strong Man who Refused Pharaoh's Wife's Advances (that evil whore, you know—God rewards manly strength, and punishes the wicked and all). I was nodding and listening.

Then, our new friend moves forward into talking about how Joseph is the ONLY person in the bible held captive, AND promoted. He continues on, making a connection between Joseph's dreams and the book of Daniel, and then makes some connections to the book of Revelation.

I was standing there listening. Nodding. He was regularly saying to me: "You know what I am talking about, right? I mean, this is very simple."

For a brief moment, as he was speaking, I wondered whether I should introduce myself and let him know I'm the pastor here. I had the sense that might bother him, so I just didn't do it. By this point, he was telling me about how he so wants the scrolls of Revelation to be broken open because he wants the world to be filled with good, righteous, Godly people. His desire was genuine. He clearly wanted to see the earth filled with goodness and was pained at the wickedness he's experienced all around him.

He asks me once again whether I'm getting what he's saying, and reminds me once again it's very simple, what he's saying. I take my opportunity here to interject: "You know — for many of us, Revelation isn't about predicting the end of the world. It's about helping us find strength in remaining faithful, even when the world feels like it's ending."

He responded, telling me that he knows what Revelation is about.

So I interjected one more time and said, "We may have some theological differences here. For many of us, the goal is not the end of the world — it's to help God's world flourish—"

He let me know that he could already tell by the "colored" flags outside that this is not a true house of worship, that we're clearly intentionally misleading people—we're part of the wicked problem, because you know what Jesus said about... And before he could finish, the anger in me finally bubbled over, and I spoke right over him, telling him we don't tolerate that kind of speech here, questions are okay, hateful statements are not, and I'm going to have to ask him to leave the property.

As I'm sure you can imagine, our friend did not appreciate what I had to say. He did however respect me enough to head out the door, doing so while telling me what "Jesus had to say about the gays." At that point I wasn't about to shut up, so I stubbornly said, "Uh, not according to anything we've currently got to look at, he didn't"—and then he told me I needed to read the book of Matthew.

I guess he doesn't know it's liturgical Year A, and Matthew is what we're reading almost every Sunday. :) 

Two Jobs At Once
You know, I have replayed that whole scenario over and over in my mind this week. It's been eating at me. Partially because I wanted to do two things at the same time. I wanted to love this guy, that's my job. And simultaneously, I wanted to love the other people in the room. That is ALSO my job.

The two don't play well together in this circumstance.

I was looking for a "third way" —one where this guy could be seen and heard while the other people in the room could still feel pretty secure, and maybe everyone could learn something or experience the Holy Spirit between us.

In the end, like Paul, I did what I do not want to do. I cut him off and asked him to leave.
Ever had that happen? 

That excerpt we heard from Romans today is an example of Paul noticing exactly this in his own experiences.

"I do not understand my own actions.
For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate."

Paul at 2 am...
Paul has noticed something downright embarrassing. We don't always become the people we know we want to be, the people we're pretty sure we can be. Anyone who's ever replayed a conversation at two in the morning knows exactly what he's talking about.

The struggle, of course, as Paul points out (though brutally full of horrific mind-body dualism that is a product of his time and continues to do harm in some theological traditions to this day) is not that we are evil, nor is it that our bodies are evil, but at the core of things he's saying that we're unfinished. And thanks be to God that's the case, because it seems all of humanity has this significant problem between what we want to do and what actually happens.

Nobody Danced
Jesus, today, began with a critique not too far from what Paul's griping about: "We played the flute, no one danced. We sang the funeral song, no one mourned."

In other words, what he's saying in there is: John the Baptist arrives in his camel hair coat and locust-honey meals—everyone thinks that's gross. Ew. Then Jesus arrives, eating, drinking, chilling with all the people, polar opposite of John in behavior. Everyone thinks that's gross too. Ew. He eats and drinks with the bad people we don't like and don't support because they do bad things.

You see the pattern? John arrives at one end of the spectrum: rejected. Jesus arrives at another: also rejected. The children bring God into the scene —singing, flutes, dancing, mourning— also entirely rejected, no appropriate responses.

The issue at hand isn't that God is absent for us (oops — I mean, *them*). The issue is that many have already decided what God is "supposed" to sound like and act like and look like. Which means sometimes God could be singing right in front of us, and we wouldn't recognize the melody. Wouldn't even notice its effects.

Which brings me back to the scene during our printer installation.

What Songs Were Present
I didn't mention it super clearly earlier, but there were two other witnesses to the whole scene on Tuesday. I wasn't there by myself. Two techs were quietly watching and listening from the new printer. And while I was wondering how to love one person well, these two were probably wondering something totally different: would this church do what that line of progress pride flags outside seems to say it will do?

It wasn't until days later that I realized there were several melodies present in that situation: One tune was total certainty. Another was exclusion. One felt very secure in knowing exactly who and what God is and demands of us. And another insisted that vulnerable people—people historically ostracized by so many mainstream Christian groups—are also made in the image of God, entitled to safety and dignity, without question.

After I set the boundary, the atmosphere in the office changed. Two strangers who were just trying to do their jobs, while someone shows up with increasingly hateful rhetoric didn't experience theological brilliance, but they did experience brave space, and safety.

The room probably didn't need another argument or theological talking point. Maybe all that it needed was someone to amplify a particular melody. And that one went something like an assertive: No. Not here.

I did what I do not want to do, and in the aftermath I likely made us a bit of an enemy on Tuesday.* But two new friends were also made. Those techs exhaled audibly, and new camaraderie was found in the aftermath of the whole scene.

*I know that to many, an enemy wasn't made and this person probably walked in looking to pick a fight.
I'm not sure that's really the case. In fact, the more I think about it. The more I am sure that in his own way
he was trying to make a connection. Unfortunately...well, my behavior likely underscored a host of
stereotypes he was probably already carrying, AND I simply failed to meet him where he was,
and one step worse, I then kicked him out. That is really not a way to make a friend.
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Not What They Mean by Freedom
Yesterday, the US celebrated 250 years of independence. And we've all heard the phrase: freedom isn't free. That's a true statement. Just, maybe not in the way we've sometimes been taught.

By the witness of our scripture, Jesus never once suggested that freedom can be purchased or claimed via armies and governments and empires. Rather, he seems clear: freedom costs. It costs us comfort. Freedom costs us certainty. Sometimes, freedom costs us relationships. I think Jesus and Paul were deeply aware of the pains of that cost and still committed their lives to freedom for all.

Which Song to Sing?
So real freedom, for us Christians—involves learning which song or melody shapes our lives, knowing it by heart, even when every other melody around us seems like it would be easier.

And this song can be a tricky thing to learn. It seems to skip beats and do all kinds of wild, unanticipated stuff. But at the core, we're asked to keep listening carefully for it in the midst of the noise, while we're simultaneously already singing, dancing, and playing along. Not an easy combination. And you know, that's the thing about "My yoke is easy, my burden is light" being placed right after Paul's "Wretched person that I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ the One Who Frees!"

Sometimes our voices fail and our dancing falls out of rhythm. Sometimes we find only silence where the flutes should be. Sometimes all we have is grief, and we miss the lament completely. Sometimes we realize, with a jolt, that we've been singing the wrong song all along. And sometimes, others are carrying the melody for us until we can find our way back in.

Maybe that's what Jesus means. His yoke isn't easy because discipleship is easy. A yoke is a burden of its own. Perhaps the way he might say this today would be: *my* yoke is easier, and *my* burden lighter — because we're yoked together, never carrying it alone, always doing the costly work of more freedom for all together.

Learning this freedom song also means learning how the song asks to be sung.

Sometimes quietly — a lullaby.
Sometimes through tears, a lament.
Sometimes with joy, full celebration.
Sometimes with righteous anger, a protest.
Sometimes with simple, assertive strength: boundary-setting.

And sometimes at the top of our lungs, because the world is so noisy and cruel that anything softer simply disappears into the machinery of fear, and we are called to throw up heartfelt cries for the sake of the restoration of all, no exclusions based on categories we humans make up.

And, thanks be to God—even when we're getting it wrong, the song never dies. The Spirit never stops singing. The invitation is always there for us to pick that freedom song back up, once again.

with joy,
Rev. Sam

*A note of genuine gratitude to the unexpected visitor who stopped by on Tuesday. I hope the road is kind to you, and that you find not only what you're looking for, but what you need—even if we'd likely disagree about what those things may be.