Sunday, December 16, 2012

Homily: The Third Sunday of Advent [December 16, 2012] Washington National Cathedral



 
            We gather this morning in the aftermath of a national tragedy:  the killing of 28 people—20 of them children—at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut.  Like you, I am still in the process of sorting out all my emotional responses to this horrifying incident.  In times like this, we all come together seeking not so much answers as a community in which to make sense of the questions.
The only reliable way I know through something like this is to start with my own response, trusting that in many ways it resembles yours, and then holding that response up to the Gospel light, asking God what we should all do next.
            It appears that most of those who died on Friday were first graders. There is nothing like a primary school classroom:  it’s not only the bright colors and the fun things that make it special.  It’s the sense that you’re in a place where children are making an important transition, moving from innocence to experience, engaging the world afresh and anew.  So my first response to Friday’s shooting is a kind of wounded horror at the thought that these emergent children were killed so brutally and that the children around them were terrorized as well.  I grieve, of course, for the adults too.  But it is the loss of the children—the lives not lived, the hopes extinguished—that touches me first.
            My thoughts move next to the parents.  As I remember my own days as the parent of a young child, I recall my own visceral sense that my primary purpose in life was to protect and nurture the life of my son. When you have a child you are emotionally exposed.  Not only can I not fully take in the way the children were traumatized; I cannot even begin to grasp the pain experienced by their parents.
            And then from the parents my thoughts go to the shooter.  While I resist the temptation to speculate about his mental or emotional state, it’s hard to imagine someone carrying out such an act who wasn’t in an awful lot of psychic pain themselves.  We reflexively turn to calling such people “evil”, as if in so doing we mark them as somehow different from us.  Was the shooter “evil”?  In the sense that he caused a lot of innocent suffering, yes I suppose he was.  But can we call him “evil” as a way of excluding him or his actions from the realm of humanity?  No, I don’t believe we can.  We need to understand his action—and the actions of all violent people—as a part of what it means to be human.  Like it or not, we are bound up with each other in a complex matrix of motivations and actions.  To understand is not to excuse.  Let’s not apologize for the shooter, but let’s not try to pretend that he’s someone other than us, either. If he was mentally ill, he was also a member of a family, and we know that existing laws make it very difficult for families to control or institutionalize their violent members.
            And thinking about “us” makes me ask the last, the harder question.  Why do we as a society tolerate these massacres in increasing numbers?  These mass shootings are happening with increasing frequency, and they more and more seem to be targeted directly against children.  What does it say about us as a society that we continue to tolerate so much violence against children? What does it say about us, as a community of human beings, that we are willing to put our children (not to mention their teachers) in so much jeopardy? In every school I know they have lockdown drills, and the threat of invasive gun violence is taken very seriously.  What kind of a society would let itself get to this point, to where teachers and students routinely have to practice what they will do when a shooter comes on campus? If you stand back from it for a minute, you realize that our continued shared tolerance of this violence directed against our children is insane.
            All of which leads me, finally, to ask the Gospel question:  what are we, as people of faith, to do?  As a way into answering that question, I turn to this morning’s Gospel passage, the account of John the Baptist addressing the crowds who are coming to him out of some kind of personal and spiritual and social desperation.  What does he say to them?  “Bear fruits worthy of repentance.” What he means is:  stop doing the crazy thing you’re doing and do a new thing, a new thing that will bear fruit, that will bring about the change you seek.
            The crowd asks him, “What then should we do?” And John gives this direct and plain-spoken answer:
"Whoever has two coats must share with anyone who has none; and whoever has food must do likewise." Even tax collectors came to be baptized, and they asked him, "Teacher, what should we do?" He said to them, "Collect no more than the amount prescribed for you." Soldiers also asked him, "And we, what should we do?" He said to them, "Do not extort money from anyone by threats or false accusation, and be satisfied with your wages." [Luke 3: 10-14]
Now you don’t have to be a New Testament scholar or an ethicist or a moral philosopher to understand what John is saying here.  He’s saying:  it’s not that complicated.  You already knew the answer when you asked the question.  Share what you have, live honorably, value the well-being of the other person as highly as your own.  We make our ethical dilemmas seem more complicated than they really are.  In today’s Gospel, we’re asked, simply, to repent, to turn around, and then to bear fruits worthy of repentance.  We’re asked to live mutually and honorably and compassionately for the well-being of all.
            Which leads me to say, on behalf of this faith community at least:  enough is enough.  As followers of Jesus, we have the moral obligation to stand for and with the victims of gun violence and to work to end it. We have tolerated school shootings, mall shootings, theater shootings, sniper shootings, workplace shootings, temple and church shootings, urban neighborhood shootings, for far too long.  The massacre of these 28 people in Connecticut is, for me at least, the last straw.  And I believe it is for you. Enough is enough.  The Christian community—indeed the entire American faith community—can no longer tolerate this persistent and escalating gun violence directed against our people.  Enough is enough. 
            For a variety of reasons our political culture has been unwilling and unable to address the question of gun control, but now it is time that you and I, as followers of Jesus, help them to do that.  In his emotional statement on Friday, President Obama called for “meaningful action” in response to the Sandy Hook Elementary School massacre, and I pledge my and this community’s help in crafting and taking that action.  Our political leaders need to know that there is a group of people in America who will serve as a counterweight to the gun lobby, who will stand together with our leaders and support them as they act to take assault weapons off the streets.  As followers of Jesus, we are led by one who died at the hand of human violence on the cross.  We know something about innocent suffering.  And we know our job is to heal it and stop it wherever we can.
            In my statement on Friday, I said in part, “Washington National Cathedral pledges to pray for the victims, their families, the assailant, and the survivors. And we pledge to work with our national leaders to enact more effective gun control measures.”  To my way of thinking, the best way for us to mourn the Sandy Hook shooting is to mobilize the faith community for gun control. 
In her statement on Friday, Bishop Budde announced that she is
calling on our national leaders to enact more effective gun control measures. We know from experience that such calls go unheeded. But what if this time, you and I took up this issue and wouldn’t put it down until something was done?  . . . Today we grieve, but soon we act.
“What if this time, you and I took up this issue and wouldn’t put it down until something was done?” What would Jesus do?  What would John the Baptist do?  What should you and I do?  You knew the answer even before you asked the question.  “Bear fruits worthy of repentance.”  “Today we grieve, but soon we act.”  As people of faith we can no longer tolerate the epidemic of gun violence in America.  If we are truly America’s “National” Cathedral, as we say we are, then we must become the focal point of faithful advocacy of gun control, calling our leaders to courageous action and supporting them as they take it. 
Everyone in this city seems to live in terror of the gun lobby.  But I believe the gun lobby is no match for the cross lobby.  I don’t want to take away someone’s hunting rifle, but I can no longer justify a society that allows concealed handguns in schools and on the streets or that allows people other than military and police to buy assault weapons or that lets people get around existing gun laws by selling weapons to people without background checks at gun shows.  As Christians, we are obligated to heal the wounded, protect the vulnerable, and stand for peace.  The cross is the sign and the seal of that obligation.  And we know both from faith and experience that the cross is mightier than the gun.  The gun lobby is no match for the cross lobby.
On this Third Sunday of Advent, we await the birth of the one who will die on that cross at the hands of sinful and violent people. Let us rededicate ourselves as agents of Jesus’s love and justice and healing in the world.  Let us pray for the children and adults who died on Friday.  Let us pray for the parents and the surviving children and the pain they continue to endure.  Let us pray for the shooter and the miasma of sickness and pain he suffered. Let us pray for the mentally ill and their families, and let us help those families more effectively cope with their sickest members.  And let us pray for ourselves, that we may have faithful courage to act, so that the murderous violence done on Friday may never be repeated, and that all God’s children may live lives of wholeness and blessing and peace.  Amen.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Homily: The First Sunday of Advent [December 2, 2012] Washington National Catahedral



             One of the first things I did on coming to the Cathedral was to ask Joe Luebke, our Director of Horticulture and Grounds, to give Kathy and me a tour of our campus.  Many people who come to visit Washington National Cathedral understandably focus their attention on the building.  But the grounds are in many ways as lovingly and carefully crafted as the cathedral church itself, and I wanted to have Joe’s help in understanding the vision behind the landscape design here.
            As you can imagine, it was a wonderful morning, and Kathy and I both learned a lot.  There are all kinds of surprises out and about on the Cathedral Close. But after having seen the Bishop’s Garden, the woods, the amphitheater, and the school playing fields, what engaged me most was the fig tree beside the Herb Cottage.  It’s not much to look at right now, but given that it was flattened in last year’s crane collapse, you’re surprised that it’s there at all.  I asked Joe to give me a rundown on the fig tree’s history, and here is what he said:

It is Ficus carica “Madonna”. . . The fig survived the crane collapse despite being smashed by the boom. I was certain that it would not live through that.  The tree has died down to the ground twice since I've been on staff.  Both were due to extreme cold.  Once was in the early 90's and then again in the later 90's.  We lost many plants that were marginal in those two winters.  We decided to cut the fig down flush to the ground and see if it would re-sprout, and in fact it did.  . . .The fig tree has been at the Herb Cottage for more than 25 years.  I remember it being a large tree when I came as an intern in 1987.—[Joe Luebke, PECF Director of Horticulture and Grounds]

What a story of perseverance!  In spite of all the obstacles thrown in its way--two hard winters that we know of, a crane collapse--the Cathedral's Madonna fig will not be daunted in its mission to produce what I am told are the best-tasting figs in the region.  This story is so impressive that it almost cries out to be a sermon illustration. And now it is.  The Madonna fig naturally came to mind this week as I thought about the following words of Jesus in today's Gospel:

Look at the fig tree and all the trees; as soon as they sprout leaves you can see for yourselves and know that summer is already near. So also, when you see these things [" signs in the sun, the moon, and the stars, and on the earth distress among nations confused by the roaring of the sea and the waves"] taking place, you know that the kingdom of God is near. [Luke 21: 29b-31]

As he addresses a people "faint [with] fear and foreboding of what is coming upon the world", Jesus points to a fig tree.  Look at it, he says, and read the signs of the times.  Just as when the tree is in leaf, you know that summer is near, so: when you see astounding signs, you know that God's reign is at hand.
Every generation of human beings has read their own times and events as the signs named in this Gospel passage.  The roaring of the sea and the waves?  Sounds like   Superstorm Sandy to me!  Signs in the sun and moon and stars?  Why that's got to be global warming!  Distress on earth among nations?  Well, when hasn't that been taking place? 
The truth is, it's easy to point to current events, as some television preachers do, and read them as signs of the coming end of the world.  It's a bit harder, with Jesus, to read the world as we might read a fig tree.  God seems to be up to something, and we want to know what it is.
Today is the First Sunday of Advent, the day that inaugurates the season in which we prepare for the coming of Christ at Christmas.  The Advent season is organized around the mystery of time. It begins at the end and ends at the beginning. As we wait for the coming of God into our lives, we begin the season by thinking about the end of time. You’d think that Advent would be an orderly progression from past to future, but it’s actually the other way around. We start with the future and, over four weeks, work our way back to the past.
The Church's calendar starts the year by directing our focus to the last day rather than the first day.  In so doing, our church year asks that we see this Advent season as a time not only to prepare for Christmas but also as an invitation to pose some larger questions to ourselves. What, really, are we waiting for? What, finally,  is our hope? What, actually, would God’s authentic presence in our lives look and feel like?
One way to start exploring those questions is simply to rest in the season's dual focus on the past and the future. From the past, we get our image of what redeemed, transformed, liberated life looks like by remembering the ministry of Jesus and the community he gathered around him. It's only by looking back to the way God's promise was revealed in Jesus that we can then look forward to expect that promise to be made real in our lives. The Christian hope is not vague and gaseous. It is specific and particular. We hope, when all is said and done, to experience God’s love as those gathered around Jesus did. We look back to the first Christmas so that we can look forward to the final one.
We remember that God was with us in the life and ministry of Jesus.  We experience that presence in fitful, partial ways now.  We hope for a time when we will bask in the complete and final presence of God once for all.
We believe, we hope, that we and all creation will be one in God and Christ. Christian faith orients us in the present by asking that we regard both the future and the past. If we only looked forward, we would do so in fear. If we only looked backward, we would do so with grief. That we can look both ways at once allows us to see the past as the pattern for the future and the future as the completion of a loving process begun in the past.
That brings me back to the fig tree.  When Joe Luebke told me the story of the Cathedral's Madonna fig and its miraculous survival, I saw it first as a story of life's refusal to be defeated.  And it is that.  But in the light of Jesus's suggestion that we read the fig tree for signs of what God is up to, I saw it as something more.  The fig tree refuses to die because it refuses to operate on the world's time scheme.  Instead, it runs on God's clock, not ours.  The Madonna fig still has life to give and fruit to bear. Winters and crane collapses are as nothing when they come up against the working out of a gracious purpose.  If that can be true for a fig, how much more for you and me? As followers of Jesus, our job is to set our internal clocks by God's time.  What finally matters is the Christian hope, and what we can confidently trust is that God will make that hope real. We keep our eyes on Jesus, and we set our clocks by God.  Living that way keeps us grounded and free and hopeful and brave, even when  "signs in the sun, the moon, and the stars, and on the earth distress among nations confused by the roaring of the sea and the waves" can distract and frighten us.  When you live your life in the hope of Advent, you have nothing to fear.
Here is the good, gospel news this morning. Christmas will come in its own time. It already has. God has been, God is, and God will be with us. This Advent time of waiting is the season’s proper gift. Look to the fig tree.  It lives out its purpose oblivious to human agendas, in touch with God's gracious purposes.  That's how you and I should live now in Advent, as Christmas approaches, and for all time.
Christmas will come, no matter what we do to prepare for it.  It will happen in God's own time. We prepare ourselves not to bring it on but to take it in. To make ourselves ready, let us remember that what we really hope for at Christmas is what we have already seen in the life of Jesus and in the expressions of human compassion and mercy we know now in the fabric of our lives. Look to the fig tree. Jesus is coming toward us. As Christmas approaches, let's use this graceful Advent season to make ourselves ready to receive both Jesus and the One who sent him.  Amen.



Thursday, November 22, 2012

Homily: Thanksgiving Day [November 22, 2012] Washington National Cathedral



            Today is not only Thanksgiving Day; it’s also November 22, and nobody my age can hear the words “November 22” without thinking of the day in 1963 when President Kennedy was assassinated.  That event happened just before Thanksgiving that year, and I remember even as a 9th grader the painful irony of reading the late president’s Thanksgiving Proclamation in the newspaper a mere six days after he had been killed.  As he gave voice to the many reasons Americans have to be thankful, President Kennedy also articulated the many challenges confronting the nation.  And then he said this: “As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words but to live by them. [“Proclamation 3560 - Thanksgiving Day, 1963”, November 5, 1963]
 “The highest appreciation is not to utter words but to live by them.”  In framing the Thanksgiving holiday as a dialogue between words and deeds, President Kennedy was expressing one of the great creative tensions faced by all people of faith.  As Christians, we are the custodians of inspiring words about hope, peace, love, and compassion.  As Americans, we are the inheritors of a national vision encompassing liberty, justice, and opportunity.  On both sacred and national holidays, we tend to talk in large beautiful abstractions.  But President Kennedy’s Thanksgiving remarks call us back to our central task as both followers of Jesus and citizens of the United States: not only to proclaim ideals but to enact them. “The highest appreciation is not to utter words but to live by them.”
As Christians, as Americans, we face these creative tensions anew in 2012. What does it mean not only to give thanks but to live thankfully in the 21st century?
Last week, WAMU, the local NPR station, ran an extraordinary series on homelessness in the District of Columbia.  One episode described the surprising number of homeless college students who find themselves back on the street during school holidays.  Another noted how on any given night there are 67,000 homeless veterans in America.  The story that arrested my attention, though, told of a 22 year-old mother of four named Ebony who walks or (on cold nights rides the bus) endlessly with her two month-old son, Khyla.  According to the story [“Homeless Mother Waits In The Cold For Spot In Shelter”, WAMU, November 14, 2012] there has been a 73 percent increase in demand for emergency shelter since the onset of the recession. Ebony and Khyla are one of about 600 families on the waiting list for shelter in the District. 
Ebony is both hopeful about her prospects and realistic about her plight. "I'm hoping I'll find something within the night," she says. "A lot of times me and him will just walk around late, just pass time at night. I don't trust sleeping out there, 'cause there's a lot going on. You hear gunshots, you know, people running red lights."  As I listened to this story, I felt at once moved and ashamed.  How can I live in a country that lets its veterans and young mothers and children go without shelter?  How can I give thanks for the abundant and comfortable life I enjoy while Ebony and Khyla and 599 other local families spend their nights looking for someplace to stay?
My dilemma is probably your dilemma. I’m thankful, and I’m also chagrined. I continue to hear President Kennedy’s admonition: “The highest appreciation is not to utter words but to live by them.”  The most authentic way for a Christian person to give thanks goes beyond the eloquent prayers we will utter at our tables.  The most authentic way for a Christian person to give thanks involves standing for and with those who do not share in the abundance for which we are so understandably grateful.
This morning we have heard two passages of scripture that can help us face into this dilemma.  One is Psalm 126; the other is from the sixth chapter of Matthew’s Gospel.
Psalm 126 is my favorite of all the Psalms.  It comes from the time when Israel’s leaders were held in captivity in Babylon.  They were in exile, cut off from home and land and culture.  And yet they fashioned a remarkable song of thanksgiving and trust.
When the LORD restored the fortunes of Zion, *
then were we like those who dream.
The LORD has done great things for us, *
and we are glad indeed.

On first hearing Psalm 126, you might say, what’s the big deal here?  It’s a typical song of thanksgiving.  But when you read it carefully and mull it over for a while, you realize that the psalm gives thanks for something that hasn’t even happened yet.  It treats a hoped-for reality as an accomplished fact. Only after the initial proclamation that “the Lord has done great things for us and we are glad indeed” does Israel then go on to ask God to do the great things they’re already thankful for: “Restore our fortunes, O LORD, like the watercourses of the Negev. “ 
What I take from Pslam 126 is a clue about how to live in the tension between what I know to be true and what I hope will be true.  The life of faith is ultimately about what we all, together and individually, hope for.  As Christians, as Americans, we organize our lives around a vision of life that we hope will be true, a vision symbolized by the abundance of the table to which Jesus gathers us, a vision symbolized by the cornucopia of our harvest celebrations.  God offers us an abundant future, even in moments of personal and social deprivation.  They key to abundant living, to living on Jesus’s terms, is to choose to live as if what you hope for is already true now.  If you’re a Jew in Babylonian exile, live as though you’re already free.  If you’re a person of faith in 21st century America, live as if the abundant, mutual, generous society you hope for were already here. Even though the blessings of material prosperity are not available to all, we can work to make them so, we can start by extending the circumference of our own family tables and strive to widen the circle of abundance. “The highest appreciation is not to utter words but to live by them.”  We give thanks by working to make our tables and our society hospitable to the Ebonys and Khylas of this world and all those whom God wants to draw inside that circle of abundance and plenty with us now.
So one way to give thanks this year is to live as though the world we hope for was already here.  Another way is to remember what Jesus says to us in the sixth chapter of Matthew:
"I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? . . .Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you . . .?” [Matthew 6:25, 28b-29]

“Do not worry about your life,” says Jesus.  God feeds the birds and clothes the lilies.  God will feed and clothe you.  The key to abundant living is not only to live thankfully in advance.  The key is also to remember that the source of our ultimate security is not ourselves.  The source of that security is God, who even now is looking out for you in ways you can’t even begin to know about.  God cares about Ebony and Khyla and the homeless veterans and all those who are hungry or homeless or cold this night.  God cares about you and your household and the fears and challenges you face.  Don’t let those fears and challenges control your life.  Let Jesus’s hopeful vision of shared mutual abundance, of a world where not only lilies and birds but human beings are lovingly provided for—let that be the truth that gives shape to your life. Let us all live as if everything we hope for and believe about God and America were true.  And once we’re  living in that truth ourselves, we can act together to make it real for everyone.
When the LORD restored the fortunes of Zion, *
then were we like those who dream.
The LORD has done great things for us, *
and we are glad indeed.
“The highest appreciation is not to utter words but to live by them.” Happy Thanksgiving. Amen.


Sunday, November 11, 2012

Homily: The Twenty-fourth Sunday after Pentecost [November 11, 2012; Veterans Day] Washington National Cathedral



“First Lieutenant Jimmy Cross carried letters from a girl named Martha, a junior at Mount Sebastian College in New Jersey.”  So begins the title story in Tim O’Brien’s book about American soldiers in Vietnam, The Things They Carried. Published 22 years ago, The Things They Carried lists the objects soldiers bring with them into and away from war, and then uses them to represent both the soldiers’ own internal burdens and the larger ones we Americans place on them.  The title story begins with a matter-of-fact list of what might be found on a soldier’s person during the Vietnam War:
The things they carried were largely determined by necessity. Among the necessities or near-necessities were P-38 can openers, pocket knives, heat tabs, wrist watches, dog tags, mosquito repellent, chewing gum, candy, cigarettes, salt tablets, packets of Kool-Aid, lighters, matches, sewing kits, Military Payment Certificates, C rations, and two or three canteens of water. Together, these items weighed between 15 and 20 pounds, depending on a man’s habits or rate of metabolism.  [Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried, p.2]

Over the course of The Things They Carried the list expands.  As the tale evolves we learn that the soldiers carry with them more than their personal items, weapons, or supplies.  The list of “the things they carried” grows to include all sorts of meanings:  their own hopes and fears, the history and ideals of the nation they represent, the unresolved conflicts of the people back home.  As we move more deeply into the narrative, the soldiers are seen to carry not only their own burdens.  They carry along with them the burdens of an entire people as well.
            Today, November 11, is Veterans Day. Though it’s not a church holiday, Veterans Day is an important occasion in our national life.  Even though veterans and the wars they fought were not part of the recent electoral discussion, I’ve been thinking a lot about veterans this fall. Late last month, the great George McGovern, presidential candidate and decorated World War II bomber pilot, died, and many obituaries reprinted his most memorable quote, said at the height of the Vietnam War:  “I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.”
            In today’s Gospel, Jesus also appears fed up with those who place burdens on others they’re not willing to take up themselves.  Listen to him again:
"Beware of the scribes, who like to walk around in long robes, and to be greeted with respect in the marketplaces, and to have the best seats in the synagogues and places of honor at banquets! They devour widows' houses and for the sake of appearance say long prayers. They will receive the greater condemnation." [Mark 12: 38-40]
Jesus is “fed up to the ears” with religious functionaries dreaming up obligations for others.  The scribes—religious bureaucrats of Jesus’s day—live off the sacrifices of others.  In that sense they are like the old folks who send young soldiers into battles they’re not willing to fight themselves.
The longer I live, the fewer soldiers I know.  This distance is not only a function of my age.  It is a result of my social location.  We have just concluded a presidential campaign in which the ongoing war in Afghanistan was rarely if ever mentioned. Our 21st century wars have been largely hidden from people like me.  The wars we fight today are wars that we and those with our privileges have dreamed up for others to die in.
            We are gathered on Veterans Day not only to acknowledge our veterans but to express our gratitude for what they have given us. But how best do we do that? One way to express our thanks for those who have served in our recent and ongoing wars is to try to understand the reality of what they face on a daily basis.  I have recently finished reading a powerful new novel about the war in Iraq.  It’s called The Yellow Birds, and it’s by Kevin Powers, an Iraq war veteran. The Yellow Birds is a great novel on its own terms, and it’s also an important way for people like me to understand a combat experience that carries challenges most of us never think of. All war is hard, but contemporary soldiers are being asked to do things we haven’t asked them to do before.  As New Yorker writer George Packer explains,
The nature of [the Iraq] war is particularly hard on the psyche because of the complete opposites that have to be held together in one person’s head.  A soldier said to me, “You cannot turn on and off the switch in these guys.  It’s just tearing them apart to have to be nation builders and good guys and walk through villages and sit and drink tea and fighters who have to go out and shoot people and protect themselves.  What we need is two armies, one army of tea drinkers and one army of shooters.”  [George Packer, “The New Yorker Out Loud” Podcast, October 29, 2012]
In recent wars, our soldiers have had to serve as both nation-builders and fighters.  They have to drink tea with people they may also need to shoot. The resulting internal conflict can be soul-destroying.  As Bartle, the machine-gunner narrator of The Yellow Birds says,
I feel like I’m being eaten from the inside out and I can’t tell anyone what’s going on because everyone is so grateful to me all the time and I’ll feel like I’m ungrateful or something.  Or like I’ll give away that I don’t deserve anyone’s gratitude and really they should all hate me for what I’ve done but everyone loves me for it and it’s driving me crazy. [The Yellow Birds, p. 144]
As Christians, as people of faith, how do we make sense of the burdens borne by the modern soldier? When we think about the things they carry, about the burdens we place on the men and women who go to war on our behalf, we should think as well about someone else who carried a burden for us, about another young man who walked up a hill carrying not a rifle but a cross. I am not trying to turn soldiers and veterans into Christ figures.  I realize that they’re real, complicated people like you and me. But I am suggesting that they are important to us because, as they symbolize both our aspirations and our pains, they remind us of someone else.  As Christians, we know something about sacramental sacrifice. As Christians we know what it is to project our dreams and our enmities onto another. As Christians, we know on Good Friday what going to the cross cost Jesus, and as his followers we know after Easter what it means to live life in gratitude for the sacrifice made by another. “Surely he has borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows.” [Isaiah 53.4] “All we like sheep have gone astray. We have turned everyone to his own way. And the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.” [Isaiah 53.6]  As Christians we find life’s purpose as thanksgiving for the gift for us of Jesus’s life on the cross.  As Americans we can never be too far away from the knowledge that we can live our lives in peace because soldiers from Valley Forge to Gettysburg, to the Somme and D-Day, to Pork Chop Hill and the Tet Offensive to Kuwait, Iraq, and Afghanistan have been willing to take up a burden on our behalf.
Today’s Gospel takes place as Jesus teaches in the Temple, and in it Jesus follows his attack on the scribes by pointing to a widow—the poorest of the poor in his day—as she quietly makes an offering of two copper coins, “all she had to live on”.  The widow’s quiet, sacrificial offering shames the pretensions of those who make a show of their flamboyant benevolence.  At the center of Jesus’s teaching there is always a dual call to outward compassion and inward humility.  He calls us, by example, to be both generous and humble, to be less like the scribes and more like the widow, because that’s the way God is. In loving us in Christ, God offers us “all she had to live on”. 
As we gather around Jesus’s table on this Sunday, we’re invited by God to know ourselves as people loved not because of our outward appearance but because of who we authentically are. In knowing ourselves that way, we are asked to be less like the scribes and more like the widow.  As we gather around Jesus’s table on Veterans Day, let us do so giving thanks for the men and women who have served our country not only by carrying our burdens and living into new and challenging ways of fighting our wars.  Let us give thanks that in their lives and service we glimpse an image of what it means to offer everything you have to live on so that someone else might thrive.  We cannot all replicate that offering.  But we can all acknowledge it and respond by helping our soldiers and veterans shoulder the things they carry.  Amen.