So, over the last three weeks, if you were paying attention, you might have noticed that we stumbled into a three-week Old Testament series on the Babylonian exile. If you missed the past couple of weeks, here’s a quick primer: as the Babylonian empire defeated Israel, they sent the People of God into exile. The Israelites wept and wondered how they could find God now that God's home in Jerusalem lay in ruins. And still, they prayed.

I can't count the number of times I have heard the story of the healing of the lepers and always I have gone to the experience of the lepers --- wondering at the one who was given eyes of faith and understanding enough so that he returned to give thanks. Wondering what ever happened to the others that ran to give thanks. Were they believed? Were they still given the side-eye every time they stepped into the street.

So, it's no small thing, it seems to me, to be able to uproot a mulberry tree and plant it in the sea: particularly in the way that Jesus describes today --- with no effort at all. I know this for while there is no mulberry tree in my back yard in Chattanooga there is a stand of bamboo. It started out as a spiffy idea to my neighbor. She'd just plant a little bamboo, and it would remind her of when her husband was stationed in Japan and the whole family moved there for a few years. She eventually died. . . but the bamboo certainly did not.

So, hey, y'all! I'm happy to be here among you today. And I bring you greetings from down South in the civilized part of the United States. . . where the iced tea is sweet and the corn bread isn't, and the only thing that goes good in ninety-degree weather is spicy BBQ with some awesome hot sauce!

So, she came into the coffee shop every single day, even on the weekends. She was amazingly subdued and very quiet, unlike Angry Mike, the guy who gave her a ride to work during the week. She would sit in the corner with her seeing eye dog, Tanner, and drink her coffee and eat her cinnamon bagel with peanut butter.

So, I don't know if you've ever seen a movie by Frederico Fellini. His films blended fantasy, baroque imagery, and a sort of earthiness that always kept you off-kilter and a bit uncomfortable, unsure whether you should be enjoying yourself or not.

          So, when I was at St. Paul's Kingsport, there was a parishioner, Bill, who was all bent over.  Seems that several years ago, he was mowing his yard.  Now part of that yard was a small hill with a steep grade, and he took his large riding mower up the hill thinking he could save himself the trip of bringing the push mower up there later.  But he hit a bump and the mower up ended, tossing him off of it.  Then the mower came down on him and broke his back.

So, several years ago I read Alan Weisman's book, The World Without Us. The book’s title is fairly explanatory – it is a book about the world after humankind – how long it would take for the asphalt and concrete to crack; how well all those animals we’ve bred to live with us would fare after we are gone.  It was fascinating to hear Weisman describe the changes that would come to a place like Manhattan–how the weeds, and trees, and cats would take over (dogs it turns out have tied their fate too closely to ours).

So, one night, in 2012 Brooks and I had walked Cotton the puppy, from the Woodlands, where we lived, back to the seminary, where we were in charge of locking up. Believe it or not, folks there actually trusted us with all the keys to the building, and our job every night was to check all the office doors to see if they were locked and if not, to lock them.

So, the other day, Fr. Brooks and I were sitting around, relaxing with the dogs, and somehow or another, the conversation turned to winning the lottery. Not just the little scratch off, where you sometimes win enough to buy another ticket or two. No, we were planning on winning the big Powerball, when it was close to a billion dollars.

What would we do with it if one of us won? Well, of course we would take care of our family. I'd get a 4-wheel drive SUV. Brooks would get a good truck to haul rocks for a wall he plans on building. We'd tithe because we're priests. But then we began to diverge.

Father Steve’s sermon for the Seventh Sunday after Pentecost (Year C), July 28, 2019.

            So, there are times when a preacher picks up the lectionary to look at the readings and thinks, “Wow!  This will fit in perfectly with what's going on at church today!”  After picking up the lectionary last week, I realized that this was definitely NOT one of those times.  And it's certainly not every day that someone in church utters the word “whoredom,” not once but three times.