Entangled States

In this week’s Gospel we first meet Nicodemus, who comes to Jesus in the evening. Over the course of John’s Gospel we will see a slow arc of transformation in his story.

He starts by coming in private, at night, with questions he doesn’t quite know how to ask. He ends by carrying spices in broad daylight to the tomb of an executed criminal, in front of everyone. That is not a small movement. That is someone whose faith, uncertain and incomplete as it may have been, was nevertheless in motion.

I want to contrast him for a moment with Judas, because I think the contrast is illuminating.

Judas is also a complex figure, and I don’t think simple villainy does him justice. There’s a reasonable historical argument that he was a Zealot — someone who wanted liberation from Rome, who saw in Jesus the possibility of a leader who might actually do something about the occupation. And then Jesus wouldn’t. Jesus kept talking about the kingdom of God as though it were something other than political power, kept forgiving people who should have been enemies, kept refusing to become what Judas needed him to be.

So Judas, in a terrible irony, tries to force the issue. Turns Jesus over to the authorities, perhaps thinking this will precipitate the confrontation, the uprising, the moment. The ruler of this world, as John puts it, finds his opening in Judas’s impatience and disillusionment.

But notice what Judas was doing from the beginning: he wasn’t asking what God was up to. He was asking what Jesus could do for the cause Judas had already decided was the right one. He had a goal — liberation, justice, the overthrow of Roman power — and he wanted Jesus to serve it. When Jesus wouldn’t be recruited into Judas’s agenda, the relationship collapsed.

I have watched this same dynamic play out in the Church in my own lifetime, and maybe you have too. Politicians come to us for our organizational capacity, our volunteers, our moral credibility. Activists come to us for the same. And there is nothing wrong with any of those things — the Church should be engaged in the world. But what I notice, again and again, is that the people seeking our help are rarely interested in what we actually believe, or what God might be asking of us, or where the Spirit seems to be moving. They want to know what we can deliver for goals they have already set. They want to use the Church the way Judas wanted to use Jesus — as an instrument for an agenda that was formed somewhere else entirely.

The antidote is Nicodemus: someone who came with genuine questions about what God was doing, even when the answers were confusing and incomplete. That orientation — toward discernment rather than recruitment — is what distinguishes faith from politics, even when they are standing in the same room.

You can view the full sermon here.

Why does the Church put this reading at the beginning of Lent every year? Why start our forty-day journey here, in the wilderness with Jesus?

Because Lent is meant to be a time of burnishing and refining. It’s a time when we let God’s Holy Spirit burn off the dross and the dregs of our spiritual lives. When all the parts of our lives – and our common life – that we wish weren’t part of us are given over to God for reworking.

The fear that paralyzes us in the face of violence or division – that’s given to God for an upgrade.

The cynicism that keeps us from trusting or hoping – that’s swapped out for a new and better part.

The wounds from trauma, from broken institutions, from years wandering in cultural and spiritual wilderness – those are brought to the refiner’s fire not to be forgotten but to be transformed.

But here’s the crucial distinction: God’s testing refines. The devil’s testing seeks to destroy through calumny and false accusation. God puts us in the crucible to burn away what isn’t gold. The Assayer wants to prove there was never any gold to begin with.

We’ve been in the crucible – personally, communally, nationally. We’ve been tested. And we’re still here. Still gathering. Still faithful. Still trusting, even when that trust has been hard-won and costs us something.

The wilderness doesn’t last forever. Even Jesus’s forty days came to an end. Matthew tells us that after the devil left, angels came and ministered to him. After the testing comes the tending. After the trial comes the care.

This Lent, as we walk these forty days together, may we follow Jesus’s example: standing on the Word of God, refusing the Slanderer’s lies about who we are, trusting that the One who tests us does so not to destroy but to refine, not to condemn but to raise to dignity.

The wilderness is real. The testing is real. But so is the promise on the other side of it. And so are the angels who come to minister when the testing is done.

You can view the entire sermon at this link.

We live, in the space between the mountaintop and the cross, between the glimpse of glory and the hard walk of discipleship. We live in a time when prophetic voices are still being rejected, when God’s will seems unclear, when we’re tempted to think that whoever shouts loudest or seems most certain must be right.

The Transfiguration reminds us: the voices worth listening to are often the ones being dismissed. Throughout Scripture, God’s people repeatedly misunderstand what God is doing. We focus on the length of the fringes on our garments while ignoring the call to welcome the outsider. We debate the right feast day or the right ritual while the marginalized go unseen.

And in our own time? We see this same pattern. We divide over worship styles, over politics, over who’s in and who’s out, while the prophetic call to care for the vulnerable, to seek justice, to practice mercy gets drowned out by certainty and self-righteousness.

This is where the Anglican tradition has something vital to offer. We don’t find our unity in having all the same opinions or in being certain about every doctrine. We find our unity in common prayer, in gathering around the table where God feeds us all.

Look around this diocese for instance: high church and low church, progressive and conservative, coastal communities and inland towns. We don’t all agree. We don’t all worship the same way. We don’t all vote the same way. And yet we are one church, one diocese, gathered around one altar.

This isn’t compromise or wishy-washy relativism. It’s trust, trust that God is bigger than our certainties, that vindication belongs to God alone, and that we don’t have to have everything figured out in order to follow Jesus down the mountain and into the valley below.

More of this in the sermon linked here.

Rome had a philosophy. It worked, after a fashion. Machiavelli would articulate it centuries later: better to be feared than loved. Control through overwhelming force. Peace through the constant reminder that resistance gets you crucified.

The Pax Romana was real. But it was built on garrison towns and roads lined with crosses and was mostly focused on keeping trade flowing.

Into that world, Jesus says: try something else. Build a community on forgiveness instead of fear. On reconciliation instead of retaliation.

Notice something curious here – he keeps saying “you,” but it’s plural. All y’all, if you’re from the South. Yinz, if you’re from Pittsburgh. This isn’t self-help spirituality. This isn’t about your personal spiritual journey. It’s a vision for how actual groups of people – people who annoy each other and disappoint each other – can exist differently but still peacefully with each other in the world.

Let’s be honest about where we are. We’re living through a time of profound political division. I’m not talking about policy disagreements – democracies need those. I’m talking about something else. The way we’ve learned to see people who voted differently as enemies. The way a yard sign can end a friendship.

We’ve gotten very good at a particular kind of revenge. Not the dramatic kind – most of us aren’t plotting elaborate schemes. But the small, daily kind.

The unfollowing. The uninviting. The cold shoulder. The way we’ll help someone until we find out how they voted, and then suddenly we’re busy.

Here’s the insidious part: we’ve convinced ourselves this is justice. We call it “boundaries.” We call it “self-care.” We call it “not being complicit.” Sometimes those things are real and necessary. But sometimes – and we need to be honest with ourselves here – sometimes it’s just revenge dressed up in therapeutic language.
We’ve learned to exile people from our lives with surgical precision. And we feel righteous doing it. It makes us feel like we’re powerful – even when we are manifestly not.

So Jesus is asking us to consider a different way. And we need to be very clear about what he’s not saying.
He’s not saying accept abuse. He’s not saying stay in dangerous relationships. Anyone who’s told you that has misunderstood the gospel.

But he is saying something challenging: the community he’s building doesn’t operate on the logic of retaliation. It breaks cycles instead of perpetuating them.

Think about the cycles we’re trapped in. Someone hurts us, so we withdraw. They notice and feel rejected, so they harden. We interpret their hardness as confirmation that we were right to withdraw. Round and round.

Or the generational ones: Dad and Uncle Mike haven’t spoken in fifteen years over the family business. Now the cousins don’t talk either, and half of them can’t remember why. The feud has become its own justification.
Or the neighborhood feuds: the tree branches, the property line, the parking spot, the dog. It’s absurd when you step back. But it’s everywhere.

Jesus says: what if you were the one who stopped it? What if you absorbed the hit and didn’t pass it on?

I’m not entirely sure what this looks like in practice. I suspect it’s different for each of us. But maybe it starts small.

Maybe you’re the one who reaches out first after the argument. Not with a fake “let’s just move on,” but with a genuine “I want to understand you.”

Maybe you stay in the difficult conversation when everything in you wants to storm out. You keep showing up to the family gathering even though you know Uncle Richard is going to say something infuriating. And when he does, you don’t take the bait. You ask him about his grandkids instead.

Maybe you volunteer alongside someone you disagree with politically. And you discover that the person you thought was ruining America actually shows up every week to serve meals at the shelter. Funny how that works.

Maybe when someone in this church hurts you – and they will, because we’re human – you don’t just quietly disappear. You speak the truth. You create space for repentance and reconciliation.

Maybe you refuse to participate in the whisper campaigns. When someone starts the gossip, you say, “Have you talked to them directly?”

These are small things. Ordinary things. But I wonder if their effect might be revolutionary.

You can view the whole sermon here.

Jesus describes a world where the poor are lifted up, the mourners are comforted, the peacemakers are honored, and those who suffer for righteousness are named as blessed.

Micah describes a people shaped by justice, kindness, and humble faithfulness.

Both texts point toward a way of life that runs directly against the grain of the principalities and powers of this world.

The message of the Cross is that this way of life — this way of justice, mercy, humility, peacemaking, solidarity with the vulnerable — will ultimately confound and overcome the systems of domination and fear that structure so much of human history.

In the ancient Christian imagination, the Cross was not only a symbol of suffering; it was a sign of victory. By this sign — by lives shaped like the Cross — the powers of the world are unmasked and undone.

Not through force.
Not through triumphalism.
But through costly love.

[…]These texts invite a serious question: Where shall we stand?

The Beatitudes do not let us remain neutral observers. They ask us to locate ourselves in God’s unfolding future.

Will we stand with those who hunger and thirst for righteousness — even when that hunger makes us uncomfortable?
Will we stand with peacemakers — even when peace requires truth-telling and repair?
Will we stand with the merciful — even when mercy is misunderstood as weakness?

Micah reminds us that faithful living is not an abstract idea. It shows up in concrete choices: how we treat the foreigner who sojourns among us, how we care for widows and orphans, how we protect the poor and the outcast, how we respond to those whom society pushes to the margins.

If we are true to the Gospel and to the Prophets, then we trust that this way of life is not in vain.

Not because we will always see immediate results.
Not because justice always comes quickly.
But because we belong to a story that is larger than any one moment.

We are, as Scripture dares to say, children of God. Members of Jesus’ own family. Participants in God’s ongoing work of healing and restoration.

The power of the Cross continues to move in the world — often quietly, often slowly, often through ordinary people making faithful choices in unremarkable places.

(This sermon is a reworked version of a sermon I preached in 2016).

You can view the entire sermon here.