Luke 14:25-33 – The 16th Sunday after Pentecost – for Sunday, September 4, 2016
“Whoever comes to me and doesn’t hate father and mother, spouse and children, and brothers and sisters—yes, even one’s own life—cannot be my disciple.” (Luke 14:26)
There is my voice . . .
I hate you! Hear me as a seven-year old kid yelling at my older sister because she did or didn’t do something that seemed unfair.
I hate you! Hear my anguished thoughts about my soon-to-be-former wife (who I no longer loved, honored, or obeyed) as I staggered through a divorce in my mid-twenties.
There are other voices . . .
I hate you! Hear the malicious anger of a white male in 21st century America who is convinced a woman or person of color or gay man received preferential treatment for a new job and/or a raise.
I hate you! Hear the Trump supporter belittle Clinton. Hear the Clinton supporter demean Trump. Hear or read the regular, relentless, roiling, raging voices streaming through flat screen televisions and high-tech phones and tablets, as 24/7 attacks are unleashed on “the other.”
Luke 12:49-56 – The 13th Sunday after Pentecost – for Sunday, August 14, 2016
“I came to cast fire upon the earth. How I wish that it was already ablaze . . .” (Luke 12:49)
On the morning I started writing about Luke’s hot passage, the outside temperature was 75 degrees.
My clock read 4:05am. Yeah, I start working in the darker part of the morning.
According to the weather-guessers, the heat here in lovely Fresno, California will reach 99 degrees by noon. Within a few hours past midday, as the earth lurches around the sun, 108 degrees is the predicted high.
I read Jesus’ warning:
I came to cast fire upon the earth. How I wish that it was already ablaze.
Come to Fresno, Jesus. You’ll get your wish.
Here, in the middle of the golden state’s Central Valley, sidewalks can serve as short order cooks for fried eggs.
Here, between the cool ocean beaches to the west and the cool higher elevations of the Sierra Nevada to the east, we bake. We broil. We wither and wilt. With the sun slamming Fresno during the summer, I wonder if some residents wear Ray-Bans to bed. I don’t take my dog out for a second walk of the day until 8:00pm or later when it’s “cooled” to the high nineties.