The Bungee Cord   5-28-19

Hello,

    Today, I have decided to do two dangerous things as I write this Bungee Cord.  First, I am going to write about something that happened decades ago.  Second, I am going to write about something involving sports.  So, if you weren’t around in the 80’s, and if you could care less about baseball…..well, I hope you hang in there with me.  

     Bill Buckner died today.  Bill Buckner played baseball for the Cubs when I was younger.  I remember him well.  His thick moustache, his wobbly ankles that could barely carry him to first base, and his amazing ability to hit a baseball.  For us Cub fans, Bill Buckner was a ray of sunshine in a century of cloudy to partly cloudy skies.

     Thing is, though, that most people do not remember Bill Buckner for these things.  He is most remembered (I am remember it, too, because I watched it happen) for a ground ball that went through his legs during a World Series game played in the 80’s, a game that Boston wound up losing….and eventually losing the World Series.  I remember it as if it were yesterday.  It was a soft ground ball that a fledgling Little Leaguer could have fielded with ease, and just as all the Boston fans who were watching breathed a sigh of relief for the impending out, a gasp went through the stadium and every living room as the ball trickled through Bill Buckner’s legs. And that error that happened several decades ago is the thing that Bill Buckner seems to be remembered for by most people.  I was listening to a sports radio station on the way to my weekly Pastor’s Bible study, and the announcer made note of this when he said that in every Obituary that he read, the second sentence was “former Boston Red Sox player who made a critical error in a 80’s World Series game.

     The announcer said that it was a shame that Bill Buckner’s remembrance was spotlighted on this one error, but, he said, that is the way Sports is.  Despite the courage, grit, and talent that Bill Buckner evidenced for all of his years of baseball, when his name is brought up, the first thing that people tend to say, “Oh, yeah.  I remember the ball going through his legs.”  But, agreeing with the announcer, that is the way Sports is.

     But I don’t think that Sports is the only thing to work this way, I think that life works this way, too.  Life has a way of putting a spotlight on our errors….our blunders….our failures, and it keeps the spotlight on those things through our whole life, and even when the life is gone.  The good, the grit, the courage, the talent is often recalled, but the errors and blunders are always remembered.  That is the way it is with life.

     Thank God, though, that that is not the way it is with God. The Bible tells us that God, when God thinks of us, does not focus on what we have done, instead God focuses on what God has done.  As far as the east is from the west, so are our sins in God’s eyes.  God remembers them no more, says the Bible.  Likewise the good and great things that we might want recalled at our funerals, the Apostle Paul says they are really to be considered refuse (that is a polite translation of the Greek word).  When God thinks of us, God thinks of what God has done. God sent his Son to die for each one. Each day of our lives, be it a good day or a terrible one, God looks upon each of us and says, “My Son, Jesus, died for that one.”  And on the day of each of our deaths, God will say, “My Son, Jesus, died for this one so that not even death can take this one from me.”

     Thankful that God looks upon me this way, I pray that God would give me eyes to look upon others in the same way.  The world has a way of constantly reminding me of what people have done as I look upon them.  Thank God, that God is constantly reminding me of what God has done as I look upon others…..even Bill Buckner.

Have a great week.

God’s grace and peace, (ggap)

Pastor Jerry Nuernberger

The Bungee Cord   5-20-19

Hello,

     “Have you been watching any of the PGA tournament?”, I asked a fellow pickle ball player as we were waiting our turn to return to the court.

     “Nope,” he said.  “Don’t watch any golf.  Play a little.  But don’t watch it?  How about you?”

     “Well, as far as golf goes, I watch better than I play.” We chuckled together.

     I know that many people find watching golf as exciting as watching grass grow, but I find a quiet intrigue in watching golfers hit shots that I only dream of hitting, handing the pressure of making a putt that means hundreds of thousands of dollars, and on occasion duffing a shot as badly as I do with much more regularity.  

     One of the things that amazes me when I watch golf is what happens when one of the golfers hits a ball into the crowd.  Often times the people stand there as if wack-a-moles, unaware of the projectile that has been launched their way.  It  is amazing to me that direct hits on the fly seem to be rare exceptions.  Hit or miss, when the ball comes to a rest, the crowd flocks around it forcing the security people to create a tunnel so the golfer can reach the ball.  And here’s the thing that I find most intriguing, the people actually want to be in the first row of that tunnel as the golfer prepares to hit the ball.

     I know that I would not be in the front line.  You wouldn’t have to ask me to move to the back of the crowd.  I would already be there.  The thought of standing just yards away from a hard little ball that is going to be struck with muscle-car torque is not on my list of things that seems at all wise to do. But people do it.  All the time.  It doesn’t seem to matter to them if the ball is sitting in a precarious hitting position or not.  People scramble to be in the front line, and they don’t seem to be very willing to move the line back to make the tunnel wider.

     “Ah, but the pro’s never mis-hit.”  It is true that I have never seen a person standing in the front line of a human tunnel get hit by a pro’s mis-hit ball (although I did see such a thing happen when Charles Barkley teed off, one time).  Even so, I see that person wielding a club possessing a characteristic that draws my fear.  That person is human….just like me….and humans are never perfect.  Sure, by the amount of practice and skill that a pro possesses, I would far more trust the likelihood of a pro’s accurate hit, than someone like me.  Relative trust….not ultimate trust….do I give humans.  Golfers or otherwise.

     That is where the mystery of the incarnation comes into play for me.  One of the main tenets of the Christian faith is that Jesus, although fully human, was also fully divine.  Over the centuries people have tried to make reason of this dual nature of Jesus, but when people have done that their conclusions fall short of the Biblical witness….a witness that tells me that because Jesus was fully human, I know that he understands and cares for the frustrations and pain of human life…..and a witness that tells me that because he was divine, I can trust him fully to do something about it.

     Humans can do amazing things….doctors, plumbers, government leaders, teachers, parents, friends….and I find myself putting a lot of trust in what humans can do.  But even in the best of situations, my trust is not ultimate, but relative.  My ultimate trust, I place in the one who wonderfully and mysteriously knows what the holes are like that I hit myself into and with the power of God himself, never mis-hits.

     Fore!

Have a great week.

God’s grace and peace, (ggap)

Pastor Jerry Nuernberger

The Bungee Cord 5-13-19

Hello,

     I live out in the country and so I get a lot of country sights….deer, groundhogs, turkeys, vultures, hawks, crows, and colorful song birds.  But this past Friday, I saw a country sight that I have never seen before.

     My son, who was visiting from NYC, and I were sitting on my back patio, and as we were talking above us we spotted a large bird being chased by a couple of smaller birds.  I had seen sights like this multiple times before, and so I assumed it was a vulture or hawk that had stirred the ire of these two followers. But my son said, “Hey, that’s a bald eagle.”  And sure enough, as I looked more carefully it was clear to see the white head and white tailfeathers.  I was unaware that bald eagles lived in our area of the country, but with my own eyes I can say that they obviously do.  It was a wonderful and exciting sight to see.

     Thing is, if my son had not been with me, I would not have noticed the white heat and white tailfeathers.  As I said, I just assumed it was a sight that I had seen multiple times before.  Thus proving a point that has been made many times before, sometimes it takes another set of eyes for us to see the things around us.

     So common are the hawks, crows, and vultures that hover around our lives, that when something flies into our lives, we (at least I know that I) tend to assume the usual…another hawk, crow, or vulture. When someone speaks kindly, we wonder what they might want from us.  When someone does something nice for us, we wonder what they expect in return.  When someone is critical of us, we  wonder what might come next. Not all the time, but certainly some of the time.  I don’t think that I am alone.  If there’s an adjective that seems to apply more and more to the world that we live in, it is “skeptical”.  Truthfully, it would be naïve to not look at things with a somewhat skeptical eye, but it seems to me that the world we live in puts glasses of skepticism on us so that skepticism is all we can see.

     That is why, I think, God’s grace is so hard to see.  It is hard to see, in Jesus, one who comes into our lives with unconditional love because our eyes are skeptically spectacled. When Jesus says, “I love you. Period.”, we start look for a conditional comma.   When Jesus says, “There is no sin beyond my forgiveness,” we see the things in us that we can’t forgive and start looking for the fine print in Jesus’ words.  When Jesus says, “I will never give up on you, as a matter of fact I would leave 99 sheep to search for you until I find you,” we say, “What kind of fool would do that?”  Don’t I have to do something do receive Jesus’ love  - believe enough, do enough, be sorry enough, try enough? Skeptical spectacles make grace hard to see.

    That is why we need another set of eyes, unskeptically spectacled.   Someone who notices grace when they see it.  I am thankful to a couple of specific professors in seminary who detected pure grace in Jesus’ words and deeds, and pointed it out to me.  And I hope that I can do the same for others in this grace skeptical world.  Every time I step into the pulpit, I hope that I can help people see God’s grace in Jesus.  Every time that I send out a Bungee Cord, I hope that it helps you detect God’s grace in Jesus.

     Jesus died and rose for you to enfold you in the eternal embrace of God.  Grace. No conditions.  No “if only”. No “except for”.  I know that that is hard to believe, but thanks to my son’s set of eyes, I not only believe, but I know that bald eagles live near me.

Have a great week.

God’s grace and peace, (ggap)

Pastor Jerry Nuernberger

The Bungee Cord 5-6-19

“Take me out to the ball game Take me out with the crowd Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks I don't care if I never get back Let me root, root, root For the home team If they don't win it's a shame Aahh. For it's one, Two, Three strikes you're out At the old ball game”

     No it’s not.  Well, maybe it is when it comes to baseball.  But it is not when it comes to Jesus.  When it comes to Jesus, it is not three strikes and you’re out, we see that this morning in our Gospel lesson.  (John 21:1-19)

     It was no accident that Jesus gathered his disciples, especially Peter, around a charcoal fire that day after he rose from the dead.  Remember back when Jesus had gathered the disciples for their last meal together, and Jesus said that one of them was going to betray him.  And when Jesus said that, Peter, full of self-confidence and devotion for Jesus said, that even if all the rest would betray him, he, Peter would not.   And when Peter said that, Jesus said to Peter…”yes…yes, you will….before the cock crows, you will deny me three times.”  So that very night, when Jesus was arrested, when he went before Herod and Pilate, when he was scourged, spit upon, mocked and given a crown of thorns…three times, Peter found himself near a charcoal fire, and when Peter was confronted, three times Peter said with much conviction as he could muster, “I don’t even know the man.”  Three times around a charcoal fire that he denied him saying, “I don’t even know the man.”

     Not exactly a home run that Peter hit.  Actually, he struck out.  Big time. When the game was on the line. When the one who Peter had believed was the long promised Messiah…the one who God had promised to send to rescue his people and bring them back to him…when everything was at stake….Peter denied Jesus three times.  He struck out.

     So, it was clearly no accident that Jesus walked over to Peter that day on the seashore as they all stood around that charcoal fire.  And it was no accident that Jesus asked Peter three times, “Do you love me?”  And it is no surprise that Peter felt hurt when Jesus asked him three times, “Do you love me?”  After all, when Peter had to choose between his love for Jesus and saving his own skin….he chose saving his own skin….three times.  “Peter, do you love me?”  It was a question to which Peter knew the answer….well, not as much as thought I did. “I guess, Jesus, I struck out.”

     But notice what Jesus said to this strike-out king…to his clean up hitter who whiffed when the bases were loaded…he did not say, “Go find a place on the bench and sit there.  He didn’t say, “I am tired of looking at you.  Go hit the showers, go home, and don’t come back.”  He didn’t say, “You ruined it for us.  We’re trading you away…after all, you’re pretty good at doing the enemy’s work.”  He didn’t say, “You had your chance, and you blew it…three times and you’re out.  And don’t let the door hit you when you leave.”

     No, he didn’t say any of those things….things that we hear from others when we strike out on them.  What Jesus said was, “Follow me.”  You see, with Jesus, it is not three strikes and you’re out, its “follow me.”  Its pick your head up.  Its shake the dirt off of your shoes.  Grab your bat.  Step back up to that plate, and try again..  Follow me.”

     I don’t know what went through Peter’s mind  when he heard Jesus’ reply to Peter’s game ending whiff, but I know what would have gone through my mind.   I would have been thinking, “But Jesus, I just struck out.  I just let you down when you needed me the most.  I blew it for you and us.  What if I strike out again?”

     And what would Jesus reply to those fears and shame.  This is his reply to Peter and to you and me.  “Listen Peter, we’re already won this one.  When I walked out of that Easter tomb, I hit it out of the park…a home run….a walk off grand slam.  We won….and now….well, we’re just running up the score.  Every hit that we get and every run that we score….well, its just one more time that we get to rub the devil’s nose in it…to humiliate his defeat more and more….to turn up the agony of defeat that he feels.  It doesn’t matter how many times you strike out. I already won the game.  So, follow me…..follow me to the plate, and lets have some fun running up the score!”

Take me out to the ball game Take me out with the crowd Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks I don't care if I never get back Let me root, root, root For the home team If they don't win it's a shame Aahh. For it's one, Two, Three strikes you're out At the old ball game.

No…no, it’s not.  Not with Jesus.  Amen.