a sermon for inside a women's prison
kicking at the darkness until it bleeds daylight
(This is a short sermon that is to be shown on closed circuit TV inside the women’s prison here in Denver. These incarcerated women have been on lock down for months because of the pandemic. They cannot see their friends or family. They cannot attend their classes or worship services. Every 72 hours they get a shower. Other than that they are confined to their rooms. My heart goes out to the 2.3 million incarcerated people in this country who are also in lock down. I cannot wait until I can worship again with New Beginnings.)
Hope and Disappointment
Hello friends. Before I go on with this sermon, I want to say that you are not forgotten. The world is turned upside down right now. There’s a global pandemic and a fierce movement for the honoring and protecting of Black lives and while all of that happens you are in lockdown. So I want you to know that you are loved. You are prayed for. You are considered and thought of and remembered. You the residents of the Denver Women’s Correctional Facility are not forgotten.
A reading from Romans:
Therefore, since we are justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have obtained access to this grace in which we stand; and we boast in our hope of sharing the glory of God. And not only that, but we also boast in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.
Ok, here we go: In this reading from Romans, Paul says that hope does not disappoint. Which I honestly have a hard time relating to since I, maybe like many of you, have had a lot of hopes which have started out great but then ended in disappointment. So sometimes it’s easier to not hope at all rather than to risk starting with hope and ending up with disappointment again.
It all reminds me of that story at the end of Luke’s gospel when a couple days after Jesus’ death, 2 of his disciples were walking the road to Emmaus trying to make sense of what just happened. And as they discussed all of this, a stranger walked up (spoiler alert – it was Jesus), and they didn’t recognize who was walking with them and so they told him the story of Jesus’ life, ministry and death at which point they then speak what are maybe the 3 saddest words in scripture: they said: We Had Hoped. We had hoped Jesus was the one to redeem us and defeat our enemies. Instead, Jesus is dead and it is we who are defeated. Those two disciples started with hope and ended with disappointment which I can relate to.
We had hoped.
We had hoped that our parents would love us unconditionally. We had hoped that by this time in life we would be married, or we would have a meaningful career or at least we would be off paper. We had hoped that our children wouldn’t make the mistakes we did. We had hoped this lockdown would be over by now.
We. Had. Hoped.
So this all makes me wonder if maybe hope is not the healthiest starting point. I mean sure, if we are going to take our cues from inspirational posters or motivational speakers then by all means, let’s use hope as a starting point.
But church, we are not a people of the inspirational poster or a people of the motivational speaker. We are a people of the GOSPEL.
So while in our reading from Romans Paul speaks of a hope that does not disappoint, let’s be clear: hope is not his starting point…suffering is.
Which can also feel a little sketchy…connecting hope and suffering.
I’ve said it before but whenever I am in a real mess of pain and some well meaning Christian says “Well, when God closes a door, he opens a window” I immediately look around for that open window so I can push them the hell out of it. Which is to say, I don't find ignoring the difficulty of life in favor of blindly cheerful optimism to be hopeful … I find it to be delusional.
So, yes, hope can be risky as a starting point, and connecting hope to suffering can be sketchy.
This week I started to think of hope, not as a starting point, but as that which is left after everything else has failed us. After we have tried optimism and virtue and piety and denial and just trying harder and none of it has worked, then what is left is hope. And that kind of hope, is an Easter hope. Because it’s the kind of hope that is still standing after being dredged through Good Friday first. Easter hope is the kind that is still standing after being dredged through global pandemics and economic collapse and prison lock downs and systemic racism first.
And when it comes down to it, as cynical as I am, I still want hope - I just want a hope that doesn’t disappoint. I want a gritty hope - a hope that can only come from a God who has experienced birth, and love and friendship and lepers and prostitutes and betrayal and suffering and death and burial and a decent into hell itself. Only a God who has born suffering themselves can bring us any real hope of resurrection.
And I believe that faith in this kind of God doesn't produce cheerful optimism, it produces a gritty, defiant hope that God is still writing the story and that despite the darkness a light still shines and that God can redeem us and that beauty matters and that despite every disappointing thing we have ever done or that we have ever endured, that there is no hell from which resurrection is impossible. To borrow from Bruce Cockburn, this kind of faith is one that kicks at the darkness until it bleeds daylight.
This kind of faith kicks at despair, until it bleeds hope.
Keep kicking, dear ones. You’re not alone. We are kicking it too.
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