January 19th,
2015 “All Lives Matter” Rev.
Heather Jepsen
For
the Martin Luther King Jr Praise and Worship Service
Psalm
139:1-4, 13-14
O Lord, you have searched me and known me.
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from far away.
You search out my path and my lying down,
and are acquainted with all my ways.
For it was you who formed my inward parts;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
that I know very well.
O Lord, you have searched me and known me.
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from far away.
You search out my path and my lying down,
and are acquainted with all my ways.
For it was you who formed my inward parts;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
that I know very well.
Matthew
22:34-39
A lawyer asked Jesus
a question to test him. ‘Teacher,
which commandment in the law is the greatest?’ Jesus said to him, “You shall love the Lord your
God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.” This is the greatest and first
commandment. And a
second is like it: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself."
I
am sure that there are quite a few people here today who are wondering who I am
and why I am the one listed tonight as the featured speaker. I am actually wondering that myself a bit as I
stand here. So let me introduce
myself. I am the Rev. Heather Jepsen of
the Presbyterian Church here in Warrensburg.
I have been in ministry for almost 10 years and I have been serving in
this town for about 3 of those years. I
am a pastor, a preacher, a wife, and a mother of two small children. And I know that I probably don’t look like
what you imagine when you think of a pastor; I get that a lot.
I can’t come to this place tonight
without telling you a bit about my week last week. See, I am a preacher, and I love to
preach. I love to carry on about God’s
justice, and about how sinful and broken the world we live in is. I love to point out to folks that are a
little too comfortable, that the world is not what it should be and that they
are partly responsible. I love to go on
and on about the big problems in our world; economic injustice, racial
disparity, the march of war and violence, and the way those with the deepest
pockets are the only ones with any real power in our country. I love to talk about the way that Jesus
Christ calls us to rise up, and the way that Jesus Christ sets an example for
us of what it means to speak out for what is right. As I was thinking about this service, I was
thinking about what an awesome opportunity this was and what an awesome message
I was going to preach to you in this hall tonight.
I was ready to go, but then I got a
phone call. You see, I am not just a
preacher, what I really am, is a pastor.
And on Monday I got one of those jarring calls that pastors so often get. A young person in my church, someone I was
friends with, had had a stroke. This fellow
was only 45 years old and now he was in the ICU with a traumatic brain
injury. So I set aside all my grand
sermon plans and ideas, and I drove into the city to be at his bedside.
That night I met his friends and I met
his family. I sat with his mother as the
doctors told us how bad things really were.
And while we were in those awful moments, his mother reached out her
hand to me. It was almost an unconscious
thing. We were standing together in the
dark of his room and I looked down and noticed she was reaching out. Clearly she needed something to hold on to. She didn’t know me five minutes ago, and now here
we were holding hands. We did a lot of
praying that night, we made some very difficult decisions, and in a few short
hours, my friend was gone.
I came back to the office the next
morning and started thinking again about Martin Luther King Jr and this sermon
I was going to preach. As I was perusing
photos and information on the internet I started noticing how often people were
holding hands, how often people were holding on to each other. Everyone was lining up and holding hands in
Selma, holding hands at rallies, holding hands in marches and in
demonstrations. Like my experience the
night before, people were holding on to each other in the darkness. People were giving each other strength in the
difficult moments. When we need courage,
we hold hands, because we are all connected.
In my life as a preacher and a sometimes
prophet, there are days when all I can see are the big problems in our
world. I am passionately focused on inequality
and injustice. I am focused on the
broken system. And then I have moments
like I had last week, when I am jarred out of my everyday routine, when someone
I know and love dies. In those personal
moments I find myself suddenly faced with the reality of the fragility of life. I am sure you have had those days as
well. Like a slap in the face we wake up
and realize how precious every moment we spend together is.
This past year, those personal moments
of loss for families and friends became public moments of awareness and grief. When Michael Brown was shot and left dying in
the street, as a nation we were shocked into awareness. We were slapped in the face and we woke up to
the reality of racism in our nation. As
a white person, that can be an easy problem for me to ignore. But not this year. This year there were many people of many
colors wondering how something like that could happen. How could that life not matter? Many of us were angry and some of us were
ashamed. I remember that I had just
gotten off a plane from Africa, that day and I wondered why I was coming home
to a country like this. This wasn’t the
place where I wanted to live.
You see, I want to live in a place
where every life matters. I picked these
Scripture readings to share tonight because they inform my opinion. The Psalmist reminds us that all people are
fearfully and wonderfully made. All
people are knit together with care by our creator. All people are known intimately by our
God. Blacks and whites, Christians and
Muslims, women and men; all people on this earth from all walks of life are
blessed carefully crafted creations of our loving God. The Psalmist tells us that all lives
matter.
Jesus
too reminds us that all lives matter, not just to God but they should matter to
each of us. Not just my own life matters
to me, but your life should matter to me.
What makes you who you are, what brought you to this place tonight, what
kind of home you will go to when this event is over; all of those things should
matter to me. I am called to care about
you. Just as I am called to care about
Michael Brown, and Eric Garner, and the folks who died at Charlie Hebdo, and
the hundreds who are dying in Nigeria, and the folks who are dying from Ebola, and
my friend Terrence who died last week. I
care about all these people, they matter to me. They have to matter to me, if I am going to
love my neighbor as myself.
Of course what I am talking about,
about caring for each other, is the beloved community that Martin Luther King Jr
called us to see and to know and to be a part of. That was the way that he called us to live,
the way that he challenged us to live. Dr.
King said that Jesus Christ was an extremist for love. I really like that. I wish I was an extremist for love. I wish we all were. I believe that all of us should cry out at
the injustice of the world, just as we cry out at the death of those whom we
know and love. Because everybody is
somebody’s loved one; because every life matters.
The world we live in can often seem a
dark and dismal place. From violence in
France and Nigeria, violence in Iraq and Afghanistan, to violence on our streets
here at home, the message of peace and hope can often seem such a quiet insignificant
thing. It’s been half a century since
the days of Dr. King and at times it feels like we are no better at the whole
beloved community thing. At times it
feels like this small planet of ours is nothing but a place of hardship and
pain. Sometimes we are tempted to lose
hope, and to wonder if all this talk really makes any difference in the end.
Thank God we have these moments when we gather
together and remind ourselves who we are and who we are called to be. It is our faith that moves us forward in
hope. It is our faith that makes us long
for justice. And it is our faith that
causes us to reach out our hands to each other in the darkness of an ICU
room. Just as it was faith that called
folks to reach out hands to each other in the darkness of the civil rights
struggle.
In these continued days of unrest we
are reminded that the world is not the way it should be. And I think that for a lot of us it is a good
and necessary reminder. We need to talk
about the injustice in our world, and we need to ask the hard questions. We need
to ask why so many of our children don’t have enough food to eat. We need to ask why we are shooting each other
all the time every day in neighborhoods and in schools. We need to ask why we are living in fear of
religious extremists. We need to ask why
we think it’s OK for the rich to get big tax breaks while we cut food stamps
and Medicaid programs for the poor. We
need to ask why our nation spends more than half its resources funding violence
and war. We need to ask why we don’t
care about the destruction of the planet we live on. We need to ask why we don’t talk about what
the world is really like. We need to ask
why we can’t stand together in the name of love and peace, why we aren’t be the
people Dr. King believed we could be, why we aren’t the beloved community. We need to ask why we aren’t the people our
God created us to be, the people our God calls us to be, people who love their
neighbors as themselves.
Tonight, we are here to remind
ourselves that it is within our power to be the beloved community. It is within our power to be the people our
God calls us to be. The beloved
community is here tonight as we reach out our hands in the darkness of this
space, in the darkness of these days, to hold on to one another. We can be that community of hope and peace
and love. We can be that community, here
in Warrensburg. A community where all
lives matter. Amen.
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