Yeasty Dreams


Inspired by Luke 13:20–21 as found in A Women's Lectionary For The Whole Church, Year W

There’s nothing like the smell of freshly baked bread is there? There’s something about that smell that just transports my soul back to my childhood. Watching my mom and her mom make bread was a regular part of my upbringing. However, my mom and grandma were much faster at it than Sara is. Not because they were faster, and not because they were better bakers either. But only because the bread that they made was unleavened, a flatbread. Many cultures are known for their flatbreads, and they of course go by many names. For me, I knew it as a tortilla. Our Jewish siblings know it as matzo. Our Norwegian neighbors know it as lefse. And many Asian countries know it as naan, just to name a few. It is much faster to make than leavened bread, but don’t let that fool you. 

Any kind of bread is a time-consuming process. In fact, it took so much time and effort for our ancient ancestors, as I learned this week going down the rabbit hole of the history of bread, that they only made it for special occasions, in the same way we have cake for a birthday or wedding. There’s a little bit of trivia for your next cocktail party. But then some genius baker discovered yeast, which added a whole new dimension to not only the flavor of bread but also its preparation. Scholars think that happened around ten thousand years ago somewhere in the Fertile Crescent of Western Asia. Leavened bread may be delicious, as well as beautiful, but it made an already time-consuming process even longer because now you had to wait for the bread to rise. So, all of this is fascinating, but why would Jesus compare it to the realm of God? 

Jesus said that the realm of God “is like yeast that a woman took and mixed in with three measures of flour until all of it was leavened.” I think we can take away at least four lessons from this, to teach us what Jesus meant by this comparison, to teach us how we can live this out. Those lessons are: the realm of God takes time, it is bold, it is communal, and it takes work. But first, what do we mean by the “realm of God”? I really like this translation. We usually hear this as the “kingdom of God”, but not only is that overly gendered, but it’s just not that accurate. Kingdom is too small. Not only is it a human concept but it just has too many limitations. The word kingdom implies borders, walls. And I don’t think anyone here believes that God’s realm has borders or walls! So “realm” works much better. 

God’s realm is wherever God has power and influence. And who are we always saying that God’s hands are in this world? Whoever wants to assist God in spreading her realm across the globe. Ok, so now that we have a working definition of “the realm of God”, let’s see what kind of yeasty lessons Jesus has for us. Now the first of those lessons is an easy one, it takes time. God’s realm takes time. It’s not a race. We’re not in the business of seeing how many souls we can save in record time! Those that are really interested in spreading God’s realm have got to be willing to play the long game. It’s not going to happen overnight, or even over a month. It’s gonna take a lot of patience and waiting, just like waiting for bread dough to rise. Now, let’s talk about the boldness of God’s realm. 

Another word might be potent. Just like it doesn’t take much yeast to make a loaf of bread rise, it doesn’t take much of God’s realm to make a difference in the world. And I think what makes it so potent, what makes it so bold, is how different it is. I mean, think about how different yeast is! It can make a whole host of delectable baked goods, it can be used to make ethanol fuel, and let’s not forget, without yeast, we couldn’t make liquid bread, beer! However, yeast can also cause food to spoil, as well as cause a plethora of infections throughout the human body! It is a strange part of planet Earth. Likewise, the realm of God is also seen as a bit strange. The realm of God declares winners when there wasn’t even a race! It interprets people’s words and actions in the best possible light rather than the worst! 

It lets go of grudges way sooner than is deserved! It teaches silly things like loving our enemies, and sharing rather than saving. How weird is that? More than weird though, these are bold, potent, ways of being in the world, that too often go against the grain of humanity. The next lesson is that the realm of God is communal. Jesus said that the woman was using three measures of flour. That’s about 40 pounds of flour. 40 pounds! Why in the world would she be using that much flour? Because bread-making in the ancient world was often a communal activity. In order to conserve the fuel needed to bake the bread, as well as other resources, a whole community would gather to make bread for everyone. God’s realm is meant to operate the same way. It is a team effort, where all participate, and where all get what they need. 

And what do I mean by all? Who is included in this communal endeavor of spreading God’s realm? For that, we come to the last of these yeasty lessons, that God’s realm takes work, hard work. The bones of our ancient ancestors clearly show us that they knew what hard work was. Their bones show telltale signs of wear and tear, specifically on the parts of the body involved in making bread; wear on the knees from grinding grain to make the flour, wear on the hands from kneading that flour with the yeast. Have you ever kneaded dough? I would help my mom make tortillas sometimes and she would have me knead the dough because she had joint problems in her hands and wrists. After kneading for a while, I remember thinking, isn’t that enough? It wasn’t! And that was dough for a flatbread! 

My lovely wife making bread dough as a visual
while I preached this sermon.
Kneading dough with yeast in it is an even bigger job because you gotta make sure that the yeast is evenly spread throughout the dough. Otherwise, it ain’t gonna look very pretty! This made me think of how we’re supposed to spread God’s realm evenly throughout our world. Because if we don’t, it ain’t gonna be pretty. And let me use a recent event to explain. I’m sure many of you have heard of the horrific treatment that one of our local pastors has received this past week. Many of you even know him because he used to be our youth director back when I first started. I’m of course talking about Pastor Casey Martinez-Tinnin. 

Like many gay pastors, he has recently been the victim of what can only be described as a character assassination. Two people from an ultra-conservative group posed as parents looking for help for the transgender child, met with him to talk, and recorded the conversation without his permission. Like many pastors, he trusted these people out of compassion for their child. Only to be taken advantage of, to have the video posted online, highly edited of course, all for the purpose of defaming a pastor who’s simply trying to save lives, from harm by others or themselves. He and his family and congregation are now enduring death threats, and harassment from so-called “Proud Boys” stationing themselves outside their house, hurling insults at them, and spreading lies to their neighbors. 

Many in the area have come to their support. Which is great to see. However, I have to wonder, could that have been prevented? And if so, how could we prevent it in the future? Are we even planning for the next time this happens? This is where that evenly spread yeast comes in, the yeast that takes hard work evening out across God’s realm. Because what if, and I know this is a big what if, but stay with me here, dream with me, what if, we had spread God’s realm so evenly, so broadly, 

that every church was a Reconciling in Christ church,

that every church was a welcome place,

that every church was a safe place,

that every church was a healing place,

that every church was overflowing with love,

that every church was flying a pride flag in support of their LGBTQ+ siblings, whether they had a gay pastor or not! 

Because then, how would their enemies know who to target next!? Do you see how something as simple as a pride flag is so much bigger? This isn’t just about creating a safe place here? This is about creating a safe place everywhere, for everyone! This is a matter of life and death, and that’s no exaggeration! What if, we spread God’s realm so evenly, so broadly, that it created a blanket of protection upon this whole region? Can we dream that big? I don’t know. I do know this, small dreams make small results. So why not dream big? I honestly don’t think we have a choice but to dream big. 

Not if we’re gonna take Jesus at his word, that the realm of God is like a woman mixing yeast into flour, until all of it is leavened. How can we not dream big, when we have a God who takes the time and waits patiently for us, whose love for us is boldly potent, who continually gathers us around this communal table, and who never tires of putting the work in for us. Dream big my friends. Dream, yeasty dreams, as we make bread for the world, with the world, for the sake of the world. Thanks be to God. Amen.


Laetare! Rejoice!


Inspired by Song of Songs 4:7–16; Psalm 136:1–16; 1 John 4:7–12; John 3:11–17 as found in A Women's Lectionary for the Whole Church, Year W

This has been a strange Lent. I’m not sure if any of you are feeling that way, but for me, it’s been a bit odd. I think it’s been partly because of the state of mind I’ve been in. Life has been quite a roller coaster this year so far, complete with ups and downs and loop de loops and even the occasional nausea. I mean, life is usually like that, right? It just seems like this year the roller coaster has been set at high speed! And I have a feeling that I’m not alone. That roller coaster has made plenty of stops here at Bethlehem too. Like most churches these days, financial stress is at an all-time high. That coupled with our very divided society makes for quite a few loop de loops. Churches are having to make decisions that they never thought they’d have to, like making cuts to key staff or ministry programs. Some have even had to close up shop. 

Thankfully, we are nowhere close to that but the threat always seems to be looming around the corner.  However, other than me being away for the month of February, it hasn’t affected our worship life too much. Which is important because if we’re gonna grow, visitors need to have a positive experience here at Sunday worship. Some of you might be thinking, “Well, if that’s the case, Pastor, could you make this sermon a little more positive?” Don’t worry, I’m getting there. I just think it’s healthy to say how many of us are feeling, out loud, first. Especially during this time of year. Lent is all about reexamining our lives, taking stock of our relationship with God and others, and identifying where we need a course correction, where we need to improve. 

But when you’re already feeling knocked down, Lent can feel like it’s just kicking you while you’re down. And that’s coming from someone whose favorite season is Lent! But even I am struggling with this one! And then I was reading a book the other day and I came across something I hadn’t heard of before, Laetare Sunday. Just curious, have any of you heard of Laetare Sunday? Where? From what I’ve read, many Anglican, Catholic, and Lutherans celebrate this day but I’ve never heard of it before, and I grew up Lutheran and went to a Lutheran seminary! However, the more I read about it, the more that didn’t matter to me, because it turned out to be a beautiful tradition that I wish more Lutherans would celebrate!  And here’s why. First of all, the word Laetare is Latin for “rejoice.” 

It’s a reference to an Isaiah passage which way back in the day used to be one of the readings on every fourth Sunday of Lent. And so, it became known as Laetare Sunday. But even after common lectionaries became a thing, and that Isaiah passage was no longer read on every fourth Sunday of Lent, the traditions of Laetare Sunday were just too deeply embedded, and so they stuck, and these traditions are quite profound. At its most basic, it marks the halfway point of Lent. Which might sound insignificant, but you gotta remember, some Christians take Lent very sacrificially! Like abstaining from certain foods or drinks, or certain activities. So, being told that you’re halfway there, that the finish line is now in sight, is anything but insignificant for a lot of people! However, on an even more profound note, it’s a respite. 

It's a respite from the somber nature of Lent. And let’s be honest, somber is being kind. Sometimes it’s downright depressing. Trust me, I get quite a few eye rolls when I tell people that it’s my favorite season! And I get it, Lent can not only be somber, but it can also be quite challenging, even intrusive. So, another tradition on this day is to change the color of the day from purple, to what they call “rose” but is often just straight-up pink, which may be why not everyone celebrates it! Thank you to Roberta for putting together some “rose” for us today! But it’s this focus on rejoicing, in the middle of Lent, that really spoke to me today. Which is why our first hymn was a very un-Lenty kind of hymn! And so will the others be today. Not only is it a nice break from the norm, but it sure seems like it’s needed right now. 

Our readings for today do a great job of pushing us into a rejoicing state of being. Our first reading is from Song of Songs. We did a series last summer on the Bible’s wisdom literature and it included a few passages from this book. It was pretty spicy at times, but you couldn’t help but walk away from it feeling just in love with love, no matter the kind of love. In this passage we have two lovers absolutely in awe of one another, just head over heels for each other! For those of us who have experienced that kind of love, we know that not only is it wonderful, but it’s also a bit scary, and not at all rational, is it? Sometimes it makes us say and do the funniest things, all in the name of love! Kind of how our passage started with, “All of you is beautiful, my beloved companion, there is no flaw in you.” Ok, how do you read that and not roll your eyes! 

I mean, I love my wife, Sara, but she ain’t perfect! And if any of you tell her I said that, I will deny, deny, deny! Seriously though, isn’t that the way love can be? And not just romantic love but any kind of love. It just makes us believe the silliest things. But it also makes us see the best in others. Makes us sacrifice for others. And who cares if it don’t make sense when you’re simply in love with love! And to think, the author of Song of Songs wrote this to show you just how crazy in love God is with you! And if that ain’t worth rejoicing over, I don’t know what is! Our Psalmist continues the theme of rejoicing, but through the lens of thankfulness. Thankfulness for not only the mighty deeds of God that the Psalmist lists, but mostly for the everlasting faithful love of God. Hesed is the Hebrew word used here. 

It refers to a deep love that is filled with trust, and covenantal promise; a love that is not controlled by conditions. Again, if that’s not worth rejoicing over, I don’t know what is. And the next two authors continue to drive this home like no other. Talk about being in love with love. If this was a baseball game, Song of Songs is on third, our Psalmist is on second, First John is, well, on first, telling us that not only is God filled with love, but that God is love. The Gospel of John is up to bat and what happens next? Someone call it! Grand slam! Can you tell I’m ready for baseball? John hits it outta the park, clearing the bases, with “For God so loved the world that God gave God’s only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life.” 

And we can’t leave out the next verse, “Indeed, God did not send the Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.” There’s so much in these readings to rejoice over, where do we even begin? It doesn’t matter. Begin anywhere. Just begin somewhere. This is our respite, from the hard work of Lent. Take advantage of it, my friends. This is Laetare. Rejoice! For no matter how tough you are on yourself during this season, or any season of the year, this is your reminder, that at the end of the day, you are loved, no matter what. This is your reminder that when all is said and done, God looks at you and says, “Well done, good and faithful servant”, as she invites us to our ultimate respite, in her tender arms. Rejoice! Amen.


Of Fig Leaves & Sewing Needles


Inspired by Genesis 3:8–21 as found in A Women's Lectionary for the Whole Church, Year W

This might be too old of a sci-fi reference but some of you might remember the show Lost in Space from the mid to late ’60s. That was before my time but I remember watching reruns as a kid and hearing this famous line from it, “Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!” The Robot would say that whenever it detected any source of harm, especially around the youngest child, Will. Wouldn’t that be nice to have a robot like that for our lives? Especially as a parent of teenagers, it would have been nice to send them with a robot that would alert them of danger when we weren’t around to do that for them. And not just danger, but maybe even the possible bad decisions! How awesome would that be! Well, for the parents anyway. This is kind of how this story from Genesis operates for us. Let me explain.

As we read last week, the woman and the man had just eaten from the tree that God had instructed them not to, they realized they were naked, and so they covered themselves up with fig leaves. Not a long-term solution by any means but they were afraid, and people who are afraid don’t always make the best decisions. So there they were, hiding in the garden, fig leaves blowing in the wind, and what do they hear? God taking a stroll through the garden, calling out for them, “Where are you?” Quick side note here, notice that God’s omniscience, God’s all-knowingness, and God’s omnipresence, God’s ability to be everywhere at once, are not in play here. In this story, God does not know where they are, and God is in some kind of physical form, in only one place at a time, as we humans know all too well.

Oddly enough, our faith ancestors were ok with that! But we don’t have time to go down that rabbit hole so let’s keep moving. God finds them and discovers what they had done. What gave them away? Those darn fig leaves! The fact that they were hiding their appearance and their selves from God was the telltale sign that they had done wrong. And isn’t that human nature? When we know we’ve done wrong, we hide, we withdraw, or we just straight-up run. And sometimes we do that physically, but we can also do that emotionally, mentally, and spiritually as well. We humans have discovered all kinds of ways to withdraw with our guilt in tow, rather than face the music. After hearing what they had done, God hands out some curses, but not to whom you’re expecting! God curses the snake, and the ground, but not them!

Did you notice that? Oh, they don’t get off scot-free, to be sure, but the author doesn’t use the word “curse” in reference to the woman or the man. I find that pretty darn fascinating! They get their fair share of consequences doled out to them but they both are able to leave that garden without being labeled as “cursed.” Why is that important? Because if they walked outside of that garden cursed, then we walk outside that garden cursed! And that just wouldn’t do, not for our God. Life was already going to be hard enough as it was without us having to also carry around the label of being cursed. And besides that, it’s just not the way of our God, and it never has been. This story flies in the face of this lingering idea that somehow the God of the Hebrew scriptures was different somehow, angrier, more vengeful, more strict, etc.

The reality is, God has been a God of grace and mercy since day one! And that has never changed! Humans have certainly tried to make God out to be those other things when it suited them, even in scripture we see that. But the God of love and compassion that we have come to know through Christ has always been there. Sometimes you just need to weed through all the human redactions to get at the original truths that lie beneath, to get to the heart of God. And the heart of God shines brightest in the very last verse of our Genesis reading, “And God made garments of skins for the woman and her man, and clothed them.” That doesn’t sound like an angry God to me. It’s easy for us to read the preceding consequences in an angry tone of voice, or worse yet, a parental disappointed voice!

But this action of making clothes for them, doesn’t sound like the action of someone who is angry. Maybe a better tone of voice to read this with might simply be a tone of sadness. The way a parent is sad when their child makes some regrettable decisions and there’s nothing the parent can do about it. Kids are gonna be kids. But that parent’s love never wanes. Quite the opposite in fact, that love produces compassion and empathy. And that’s what I see here in this tender scene between God and Eve and Adam. In her book, This Here Flesh, Cole Arthur Riley writes,

“On the day the world began to die, God became a seamstress. This is the moment in the Bible that I wish we talked about more often. When Eve and Adam eat from the tree, and decay and despair begin to creep in, when they learn to hide from their own bodies, when they learn to hide from each other—no one ever told me the story of a God who kneels and makes clothes out of animal skin for them. I remember many conversations about the doom and consequence imparted by God after humans ate from that tree. I learned of the curses, too, and could maybe even recite them. But no one ever told me of the tenderness of this moment. It makes me question the tone of everything that surrounds it. In the garden, when shame had replaced Eve’s and Adam’s dignity, God became a seamstress.”

If you haven’t read that book, I highly recommend it. Certainly my favorite book of last year, and quite possibly the most beautiful book I’ve ever read. When we are at our lowest, when we are at our most guilt-ridden, when all we can do is hang our head in shame, when punishment seems to be our only future, God is there to clothe us in grace and love, with a compassionate heart that just can’t be matched. This story serves two purposes for us. To warn us of danger, that this life is fraught with peril, both from outside and from within. And also that God will not only be there through it all, but will be there with sewing machine in tow, ready to clothe us. May you hear the gentle hum of God’s sewing machine this Lent, my friends, wherever this season leads you. Thanks be to God. Amen.



Inspired by Genesis 3:1-7 as found in A Women's Lectionary for the Whole Church, Year W

During my time off this past month, I got a massage. I knew my back and shoulders were riddled in knots, and though we were out of town at the time and couldn’t go to my usual place, I was in so much pain that I found the first place had an opening, made an appointment, and went. It was a nice place with very friendly staff and they promptly took me back to my massage room and told me to get undressed. Now, some people strip down to their birthday suit for a massage but I haven’t been that brave yet. I know, details about your pastor’s life that might not belong in a sermon! But hey, it’s me. Anyway, I am certainly glad I didn’t choose to be brave that day because of what happened next! So there I am, laying face down on the table, eyes closed, ready to be transported to nirvana for the next hour and a half. 

I hear her walk back in, without a word, and all of a sudden I feel the table shift and move and that’s when I realize that she’s getting on the table! And yes, I too was thinking what kind of a place was this! But before I could even finish that thought, I feel her feet on my thigh, then her other one on my glute, as she continues to walk to my upper back like this is the most normal thing in the world! And for this place it was, because that’s when I remember seeing on their sign, “Thai Massage”, and thought, “Oh, so this is what a Thai massage is! I’ve always wondered!” How many of you have ever had one? It is a very different kind of massage, and I don’t just mean the walking on the back! It is very…I don’t know a better word than, intimate. 

Those therapists are not afraid to use their whole body to not only massage you but to stretch you, to pound on you, to contort your body into unnatural positions, all for the purpose of releasing tension found throughout your body. And that she did! But I gotta tell ya, that was next-level vulnerability! I don’t think I have ever felt quite that vulnerable, and at one point, a little scared! I may not have been naked, but I sure felt like I was! And speaking of naked, I know, that was an odd path to our Bible readings. But again, it’s me. If you wanted ordinary, well-trodden paths to the Bible, you wouldn’t have come here today! I’ve preached on our first reading many times over the past decade, but I don’t think I have ever centered on this particular element of the story, their nakedness. 

One of the questions I’ve walked away from this story with is, “Was nakedness a good thing or a bad thing?” And the answer to that question, is yes, according to our author. Being naked began by representing innocence and a oneness with creation, but ends with it representing shame and embarrassment. And in between all that, the author uses the snake, who by the way, is not represented as a villain in the text, that’s something that we’ve done to that character, but I digress, the snake makes this weird connection between nakedness and, intelligence and knowledge on the one hand, and shame and embarrassment on the other. So, is nakedness a good thing or a bad thing? Again, yes! So, let’s talk about what nakedness means for us in our everyday lives. 

Like most everything else in this Genesis story, it’s not supposed to be taken literally. Another word that might be more helpful when thinking of our nakedness, is vulnerability. Is being vulnerable a good thing or a bad thing? Yes! It is both necessary and useful for growth as a human being, but also one of the most frightening states of being for us to be in. So, let’s use the words interchangeably. Whenever I use the word naked, think vulnerable. Likewise, whenever I use the word vulnerable, think naked. I don’t want to be distracted by the word naked, but I also don’t want to lose its intensity. So, what does it mean to be naked? What does it mean to be vulnerable? One of the consequences of sin in our story is the loss of comfort that we had in being vulnerable with one another. 

Once humans understood what it even means to be vulnerable, they quickly covered themselves up, began building these invisible walls around ourselves, our families, our tribes, our churches, our genders, our communities, our sexualities, our nations. We cover ourselves in so many ways it’s no wonder we have trouble seeing each other. To add further complication, many times we cover ourselves up to protect ourselves from abuse. Many of us have been treated so badly by others, for reasons out of our control, like the color of our skin, or our age, or who we love, that we have very legitimate reasons to build those invisible walls! But those walls that we build to cover ourselves up with, are unstable at best, not unlike those fig leaves, but they also come at a high price. 

There are many lessons from this story that we can walk away with, and one of them is to remind us that there is another way, another way to relate to one another, to live with each other. This story is a call, a challenge for us to return to that original state of being, that state of vulnerability. Now, I realize we can’t do that fully, I’m not that naïve. As long as there is sin in the world, we can never be truly, fully vulnerable with each other. But I also know that we can’t move forward as a people, as a community, as a nation, as a church, unless we are willing to be as vulnerable as we can be with one another. How else are we going to gain empathy for each other and the world? How else are we going to gain compassion for each other and the world? Do you have anyone like that in your life? 

Someone who you can be vulnerable with? Someone who you can be yourself with? Maybe it’s your spouse, a friend, a sibling or other family member. One of those people in my life is my wife Sara. One of the reasons I’m always getting on her case to take care of herself so that we can live long lives together is purely out of selfishness, because if she ever left me behind, the chances of me finding someone else in this world that I can be that vulnerable with is slim to none. I hope you all have someone like that in your life. Now, imagine practicing some of that vulnerability with others, maybe even the occasional stranger! How’s that for a terrifying thought? That’s the stuff of nightmares for an introvert like me! Especially when you take into account how this ended for Jesus. 

But what did we think it meant when Jesus told us to take up our crosses? That following Jesus was going to be a cakewalk? Of course not! Following Jesus isn’t always going to end well for us but it will bring our world closer to that garden, closer to the way things were meant to be, until our ultimate end, when Christ finishes that work. So, what might this vulnerability look like? Here’s a few questions to help you process that this coming week. Can we be vulnerable enough to share when we are in need of help? Spoiler alert, we are always in need of help! But imagine the chain effect that could cause in others, sharing that they need help after seeing you do it. Here’s another one, can we be vulnerable enough to share with someone or some people that they have wronged us, hurt us? 

Can we imagine a world without the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King being vulnerable enough to tell the white world how much his people had been hurt by them? As a person of color, I cannot. Sometimes it’s hard to imagine a world worse than this, but trust me, it most certainly could be worse. Here’s a follow-up to that, can we be vulnerable enough to admit when we have hurt others, and do that dreaded deed, apologize! You know, I have seen public apologies to indigenous peoples for the stealing of their land, I’ve seen public apologies to black Americans for the enslavement of their ancestors, I’ve seen public apologies to the LGBTQ+ community for their exclusion by the church, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a public apology to the women of the world for their disenfranchisement and exploitation at the hands of men. 

Is that too big an expectation? Maybe I’m being naïve. What other ways of being vulnerable with each other and the world would you add? Here’s one that’ll really throw you for a loop! How vulnerable are you with…yourself? Are you able to truly be yourself, with yourself? Asked another way, how honest are you with yourself? Scholar Phyllis Trible calls Eve the Bible’s first theologian. For she was vulnerable enough with herself to not only contemplate who God really is, but also to interpret God’s words, and maybe even to question God’s integrity. 

Talk about being vulnerable with oneself! But maybe that’s where this work of vulnerability needs to begin, from within. But, don’t forget, before you do, brace yourselves! This story calls us to some hard work, without many guarantees, save this one. That, just like the cross of Christ, it is guaranteed to bring new life. New life to you, to those around you, even to the world, as it can be quite contagious. Thanks be to the author of vulnerability, Jesus the Christ. Amen.