Acts 5:27-32 CEB
The apostles were brought before the council where the high priest confronted them: 28 “In no uncertain terms, we demanded that you not teach in this name. And look at you! You have filled Jerusalem with your teaching. And you are determined to hold us responsible for this man’s death.”29 Peter and the apostles replied, “We must obey God rather than humans! 30 The God of our ancestors raised Jesus from the dead—whom you killed by hanging him on a tree. 31 God has exalted Jesus to his right side as leader and savior so that he could enable Israel to change its heart and life and to find forgiveness for sins. 32 We are witnesses of such things, as is the Holy Spirit, whom God has given to those who obey him.”
Last week was Holy Week and I was feeling guilty.
I was feeling guilty because usually, Holy Week is filled with extra worship services beginning with an extra special Palm Sunday service.
Then Maundy Thursday where we wash feet and remember the origins of Communion.
Then Good Friday, where we remember the crucifixion of Jesus.
Then Holy Saturday, when we might hold an Easter Vigil of some sort. The very devoted might stay up all night holding Vigil with the Paschal candle.
Then a Sunrise service on Sunday to remember the women discovering that the tomb is empty.
Followed by Easter Worship with trumpets and organ and piano duets and so many Easter Lilies that nobody can breathe!
And I didn’t do that this year. We did a Palm/Passion service on Palm Sunday, and an Easter service at our regular Sunday time. So I felt guilty.
I shouldn’t have. Our EPIC group… EPIC stands for East Portland In Connexion – it’s our coalition of small United Methodist Churches and clergy, working together to share resources so we can do more, better ministry. Our EPIC group had a plan for the Lent/Easter Season where we would share various events. My event was to organize the Sunday of Service, so other clergy and churches were offering Holy Week Services for us to share.
I guess it felt strange to not be so absorbed in Holy Week services.
But God decided that I should have a Holy Week anyway.
Fig Tuesday, so named because it commemorates the day Jesus returned to Jerusalem and encountered the barren fig tree, was instead a day of remembering the very fruitful ministry of Rev Dr Jeanne Knepper, as we loaded up 81 boxes of Jeanne’s archives to be sent to Iliff Seminary.
Spy Wednesday, which commemorates Judas’ decision to betray Jesus was when Spirit began to play with me. I was signed up to give testimony before the City Council on two ordinances on April 2, but there were too many of us signed up to give testimony for the time allowed, so they rescheduled testimony for the second ordinance for Wednesday of Holy Week. The ordinance is to amend the City Housing Code to prohibit anti-competitive rental practices, such as the sale and use of algorithmic devices for the purpose of setting the price of rent. So basically, there is a company who is using AI, to connect landlords across whole areas to recommend rent pricing, which allows large landlords who can afford this program to collude to raise rents.
And yes, I most certainly did testify that I want robots to clean my house not to raise my parishioners’ rent!
I also mentioned that affordable housing is literally lifesaving for Queer, Trans and Genderfluid folks, like our Haven Dinner members. Many other people gave wonderful, impactful testimony about their personal experiences of being priced out of housing. The CFO of the Algorithmic rent pricing company used his testimony to accuse us of being opposed to the use of math. Clearly trying to discredit us as poor, ignorant people.
But the Holiness happened outside the council chambers, when my testimony was done. I was chatting with various folks in the hall when a person dressed in a flowing, gossamer, pastel rainbow shirt drifted up to me. She thanked me for my testimony because she grew up in the church and when she came out as trans, her church, her family, her old friends, they all turned their backs on her. She thanked me for recognizing that affordable housing is lifesaving for people like her. She thanked YOU, for being a church where she would be welcome.
Maundy Thursday, where we commemorate Jesus washing the disciple’s feet and sharing the last supper was Spirit filled.
I began my day with my therapy appointment, because, clearly, I need therapy! Then I rushed to the church to meet with Meredith, City Councilor Morilo’s outreach staffer. Why is a Pastor meeting with an elected’s staffer? For the same reason that I’m serving on the Community Advisory Committee for the Pod Village: because Jesus calls us to speak up for the poor and the marginalized. So I introduced Meredith to Rahab’s Sisters staff, and to Bruce cooking in the kitchen. Took her to lunch at a local restaurant so she could know about our little business district. And I took her for a tour of Oak Street Village. We asked for admission to the village, which is staffed 24/7 and waited to be welcomed by Pastor Minnieweather who let us know that the very quiet and clean village is now 100% full! Oak Street Village has only been open a month and people are already enrolled in RentWell classes, going to job interviews, and Lauren from Rahab’s has told me that one of the guests from Rahab’s Sisters is about to move out of the pod village and into an apartment. As Pastor Minnieweather said, when you treat people with dignity, they behave with dignity.
Then I jumped in my car to drive up to Join. DiJionette, one of the directors at Join, invited me to attend their Community Advisory Committee, made up of Join staff and Join guests, where they talk through community issues and plan community events, like a bicycle repair event in the nearby park.
I had to park on a side street, so I noticed that I could hear a woman shouting from a block away. She was angry. As I walked closer, I could see that she was a white haired woman and hear that behind the anger was hurt and fear. She was hurt because she had been asked to step outside because she got in an argument. She was angry because the other person had not been asked to step outside. It seemed unfair to her. She was afraid that she might not be allowed back in. This small straw of injustice brought the whole camel load of injustice that she had suffered in the past month tumbling out.
Last month, she had an apartment, but the landlord, perhaps on the recommendation of Algorithmic price setting software, had raised her rent $348 more per month. She had tried to argue that the rental contract she had signed was for the lower amount, and refused to pay $348 more per month, so she was evicted and was now living in her car.
Then, last week she had met a 70 year old woman on the streets with not even a car to sleep in, so thinking that, surely a 70 year old woman would be harmless, she allowed her new friend to sleep in the back seat of her car. But, as you well know, never underestimate a 70 year old woman! Something went wrong, and now our angry friend felt that her kindness had been betrayed.
Then to top it all off, she had accidentally hit a car in the parking lot and the person who’s car she had hit refused to talk to her, despite her repeated offers to pay for any damages.
Then she saw me, across the street, wearing my clergy collar, and called out to me, “Will you pray for me?”
“Well, yes…um, uh, of course!” I stammered back.
So she marched across the street to personally tell me her tale of injustice, and express the conclusion that God was punishing her. But she didn’t understand why, because when she saw the 70 year old woman, she thought that God would want her to help because we’re all supposed to be like the Good Samaritan. Why was God punishing her for doing what God asked of her???
So I preached a short Maundy Thursday sermon on the Good Samaritan. How the Good Samaritan did not bring the beaten man home with him, but instead brought the beaten man to the public inn where they were set up to receive guests. And that we are called to help by connecting people with appropriate resources, we are not called to put ourselves in danger by taking in people ourselves. God was not punishing her for trying to help.
She looked at me with tears in her eyes, mourning the loss of possessions that had been harmed by her guest, and said, “I just wish that I could wear a dress. I would love to feel pretty and feminine again. I wish God would give me permission to wear a dress again.”
How could I not say to her, “I’m not God, I just work for Them, but I give you permission to wear a dress.”
I took a short break for dinner and conversations about dealing with our broken old furnace making it too hot in the Fellowship Hall for the Red Cross Blood drive, if you’re wondering why it’s a little cool in here it’s because the other option is sauna temperatures!
Then I went to a public meeting about the new pod village set to be installed at the intersection of 82nd and Mill St. When I finally found a parking spot, I noticed a man wearing a black baseball cap with the word, “FEAR” printed on it in white capital letters. My knee-jerk assumption was that he was trying to look intimidating because he’s an angry, fearful man, but I’m in therapy, so I chose to be curious and wonder if maybe Fear is the name of a band he likes or something.
Unfortunately, my knee-jerk assumption was not wrong. At the close of a very productive meeting where thoughtful questions and concerns were addressed, he started shouting threats of violence at the County staff, that if this shelter brings unhoused people into his neighborhood, he was going to… well…
Holy Thursday hopes were shifting into Good Friday threats of violence, just as the crowd turned on Jesus for daring to say that we should love our neighbors, this man raged at county staff for daring to try to address the humanitarian crisis of homelessness because he was afraid.
- Afraid that his street would become too narrow to drive on in his big truck.
- Afraid that houseless folks might set up tents in his neighborhood.
- Afraid that there wasn’t enough parking in the Mill Street Shelter plan and that “those people” would park on his street.
But we did not let fear win. I was not the only one who shouted him down, saying things like, “that’s not appropriate,” and, “calm down, sir.”
After the meeting the man behind me thanked me for being a “real Christian,” because in his view there aren’t very many of us. I told him that there are more of us than he knows, it’s just that we don’t make it on the news very often!
When we do make it on the news…
When we show up to testify…
When we speak up for poor and the marginalized…
There are always people trying to tell us to shut up.
Telling us that we have no business speaking out against predatory business practices, or speaking in favor of compassionate use of public funds.
Fear and injustice will always try to silence the teachings of Jesus.
Look at our scripture for today, from Acts chapter 5. After recovering from the shock of the Resurrection, the Disciples started speaking up until all of Jerusalem was filled with stories of Jesus.
So the Chief Priests were afraid.
They had been warned by Rome that the rebellions in Judea must stop, or Rome would put a stop to them.
And their fears were justified! In 69 AD Rome leveled the city of Jerusalem, and tore down the Temple until not a stone was left upon stone. But not because of the message of Jesus, because of an armed Jewish rebellion that intensified around the year 67 AD.
The Chief priests were afraid, so they hauled the Lead Disciples into their office and told them to stop speaking out about the injustice of Jesus’ crucifixion and stop speaking up about Jesus’ message of compassion for all people.
And having been in rooms like that, where they try to cram you all into one small office and tell you to behave, I know that before I have opened my big mouth, I usually exchanged a few meaningful looks with my fellow speakers, then Peter opened his big mouth and said, in verse 29:
“We must obey God rather than humans!”
Spirit is still witnessing through us.
Spirit is still calling us to speak up and speak out.
To show up and speak love into rooms that are filled with fear.
To refuse to stand by and watch injustice happen.
To loudly proclaim that it is time for our country to change its heart and life and find forgiveness for our collective and systemic sins.
What we do here on Sunday mornings – this is a rest stop, a gas station, a pit stop, where we plug into God to refuel and grab a few snacks for the long road of obeying God in every part of our lives:
- Our personal lives
- Our economic lives
- Our work lives
- Our political lives.
And I am so grateful for you!
So grateful that we as a church, as a Community of the Beloved are in this together!
I’m so grateful that I don’t have to be in charge of every little thing because:
- You step up to run blood drives,
- You show up to shut down the crazy overheating furnace,
- You organized the fundraiser for Family Promise
- You worked on fixing the leak in the outside water
- You volunteer to lead Bible Studies
- You show up to community meetings
- You are showing up in big ways and small ways to make space in our building for ministries of compassion, and to have important conversations in our community
Our community needs this church more than they realize. They need you – your compassionate hearts and willing hands.
I see the Spirit of God working among us so clearly, and that’s why I felt guilty for not providing you with all the Holy Week worship opportunities to refuel for this intense time in our collective spiritual journey.
But God showed up and made it A Holy Week, anyway.
I trust that God will keep showing up, and that you will keep showing up, no matter what craziness happens next!