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6 Pentecost - Luke 10:38-42

Updated: Jul 29, 2019

Our times are drenched in loss and fear.

Right, left, rich, poor, immigrant, citizen, young, old—it seems the only thing

uniting all of us these days is suspicion—and anger, and worry.


We're all looking over our shoulder at some threat while we argue with each other about

what the real threat is.


Someone is trying to take something important away from us.

We worry about identity theft, but there is also integrity theft, dignity theft,

autonomy theft, forces trying to take away our family member and voice and vote

and job and money and power and way of life.


Who gets to come to America and who gets to stay and who gets invited to leave saturate

national and social media, while those of us in churches wring our hands about

decline and everything dear that we are losing too.


And how do respond to all this chaos and high stakes fear?

We try harder.


We grip tighter.

We shout louder.


We argue meaner.

We fight like Martha and Mary, maybe because we're all family.

We double down on being right.


Last December I was surprised by a woman I still adore in spite of myself.

I was about 95 percent finished with a long letter I intended to send her, full of my

carefully worded, powerfully eloquent, impressively insightful reflections and

complaints and concerns and hopes and blessings written in honesty and love.


There was a lot of water under the bridge that I was still trying to move upstream, and I

was pretty sure, after several drafts, that I was right about all of it.

But as she stood there in my office with a Christmas gift and a smile for me, she asked

me not to send it, just let go and move on.

I doubled down on being right.


I finished my magnificent letter and sent it anyway, and we haven't spoken since.

Obviously I cared more about being vindicated than I cared about her; shame on me.

Whatever she was hoping for in visiting me that day, I took away from her.

Just like Martha, I had good reasons and I still think I was right.

But I know I missed something more important.


Martha was right too, on multiple levels, for multiple reasons, but I won't get into that,

because that's not the good news.

The world is overrun with people who are right and overwrought with the damage they

cause.


Wayne Muller tells story after story in his book Sabbath: zealous champions of

deinstitutionalizing people who then had nowhere to go; generous donors whose

gifts to Africa made conditions worse; a popular teacher of meditation who is too

busy to meditate; an activist who thunders critically about the expensive trappings

in a church ... until an older woman who spent her whole life in its poor

neighborhood spoke up:


This is one of the most beautiful places in the city.

It is one of the only places where poor folks can afford to be around beauty.

All the other beauty in this city costs money.

Here, we can be surrounded by beautiful things, and it all belongs to us.

Don't even think about taking away what little beauty we have.

Muller names his chapter "Doing Good Badly" and writes:

In our frenzy to make the world a better place, it is easy to presume that the romance and

magic of our good intentions will protect us from doing unintended harm....

Our drive to do better faster, to develop social programs more rapidly, to create helpful

agencies more quickly can create a sea of frantic busyness with negligible, even

questionable, results.

In our passionate rush to be helpful, we miss things that are sacred, subtle and important.