Month: July 2017

Let It Grow

Wheat Field with Crows by Van Gogh (image source:

Each spring as the winter brown of America’s lawns begins to show forth the new life of spring, there are certain flowers that are, by and large, the first taste of pollen for honey bees.  The flower, named Taraxacum Officianale, is a mediocre food source according to one website, but in the early spring or in times of dearth when little else is in bloom this little flower is better than nothing.  There is something else occurring at the time that the honey bees are hitting the McDonald’s of the wildflower world, however; in the name of the pristine lawn, or for fear of the home owner’s association, many folks are out with their containers of RoundUp killing this nasty little weed. Or is it a wildflower?

I did a Google search with the term “wildflowers” and as the search results came in, at the top of the page were four listings for “wildflower seed mixes” ranging anywhere from $62.00 to $9.95 for a 1/4 lb bag of seed mix.  Immediately after this listing of wild flower seed mixes for sale was the definition of wildflowers: “A flower of an uncultivated variety or a flower growing freely without human intervention.” (Unless you’re buying $62.00 worth of wildflower seeds…and if you’re buying wildflower seeds to plant in the garden at your house, are they really wildflowers anymore?)

Back to the Taraxacum Officianale — even if you think it’s a wildflower, your neighbors probably want you to stop growing weeds in your yard, even if it’s slightly beneficial to the honey bees, because Dandelions are the wildflower weed everyone loves to hate and hates to love.

We don’t’ really have an anti-dandelion agenda, we remember being kids and actually being excited about the white-topped wildflowers in our yards.  “Make a wish!” we’d say and then blow the little parachutes everywhere; it’s a great memory, right? But when the wind blows our neighbor’s little white-topped weed seeds into our yard, it’s another issue altogether.

Jesus tells this parable which says that the Kingdom of Heaven is like a homeowner who invests good seed and good fertilizer into a pristine lawn and then while he and his lawn keeper were asleep, his next door neighbor leaned over the fence and “whoosh” blew dandelions everywhere.

Not really.  Dandelions would be easy to notice.  Tares (or bearded darnel), the weed that Jesus talks about, looks exactly like wheat as it grows in the field. The farmer literally cannot tell the difference between the two until right before harvest; the difference between weed and wheat is in the fruit.

I have read that Tares/Bearded Darnel don’t bear fruit at all and I have read that the bearded darnel bears “fruit” that causes hallucinations and eventually death. Maybe no fruit would be better.

Either way, can’t tell until the grain pops out and by then the roots are so intertwined that to rip out the weed would damage the wheat.

(I learn SO MUCH about agriculture because of Jesus!)

Jesus says that the Kingdom of Heaven is like this farmer whose field of wheat is sabotaged by the evil one with imposters, a landowner whose servants want to cast out the bad crops but are told to be patient because to take out the bad will likely harm the good.

So is this a parable about “wolves dressed like sheep” or fake disciples mixed in with the good disciples? Is this a parable about the nature of humans: we’re either good or bad and there’s nothing to be done about it?

It is probably safe to say that Matthew’s world view is that that people are either Children of God or Children of the evil one, even if he also holds that the community of faith is what some call a corpus permixtum (a mixed body).  The body may hold a variety of people, but people are one or the other: good or evil.  That’s probably where Matthew is coming from.

And certainly history bears witness to individuals who are personifications of evil, just as history bears witness to individuals who are personifications of good. But I struggle with the idea that either people are evil or people are good.

Or maybe more appropriate to the context of Matthew’s community of faith, I struggle with the idea that there are people who are wholly right in their orthodoxy and their orthopraxy and there people who are wholly wrong.

The community of Antioch (Matthew’s community) began as a church of diaspora Jewish Christians following the initial wave of persecution in Jerusalem. It was a diverse and urban church and after the fall of Jerusalem, it became even more diverse. Gentile Christians started worshipping with Jewish Christians and the question of the community became, “How do we deal with those who seem like us but who reveal a difference through the expression of their faith and/or their actions.” Or as one pastor says, “[To be blunt,] it seems to us that some of our number are as worthless as weeds, so how and when are we to rid ourselves of them?”

It may not seem significant to us that there were Jewish Christians and Gentile Christians in the same community and that the the influx of Gentiles into Matthew’s community warranted the inclusion of this parable in his gospel, when we don’t see it in the others. But there was, and is, a big difference between the expectations of Jewish & Gentile Christians (just read Acts and some of Paul’s letters).  We’re talking at a minimum Sabbath observance, dietary rules, circumcision…or not doing these things—and this was a deal breaker for Jewish Christians.

Matthew works to unburden his community by sharing this parable: “It’s not your job to determine one from the other.”

“In the very act of asking [who is accepted by God and who is not] we so often assume that it is our job to draw up the specifications regarding the wideness of God’s welcome…

The strategy [revealed in the words of Jesus] makes room…for a holy and purposeful ambiguity…

The God who is glimpsed in this parable models for us an infinite patience that frees us to get on with the crucial business of loving, or at least living with, each other…

It is not our job to determine who is within and who is beyond this God’s attention. It is rather our job to imagine everyone as belonging to this God, and therefore, with all that we can muster, to endeavor to embrace….God’s wholly and purposeful ambiguity.” *

Matthew is not interested in saying that Kingdom of Heaven is “good and evil getting along and being accepted by God forever and ever, amen.” Let me be clear about that.  Matthew also not saying that the Church should be passive in the face of evil or that this i a divine command to ignore injustice or violence.  Matthew is saying that the difference between the good and the bad is demonstrated in the fruit.

So maybe the reality is that “each of us is some mixture of wheat and weed, of holy and unholy, of potentially fruitful and potentially destructive.”

One day I was sitting at a traffic light at the mall. Between me and the intersection was a guy driving a jeep and someone else in the pole position at the signal.  The jeep in front of me had a gigantic cross dangling from the rear-view mirror. The rear bumper was enhanced with an “In case of Rapture, this car will be unmanned” sticker. The light turned green, and after about two seconds of no movement…you know exactly what happened…not a polite “hey you awake” tap on the horn, but the full blown lean-on-the-horn-yelling obscenities-flipping-the-bird action. Wheat or Weed?

Or what about the members of churches who are so committed to their idea of church or their memories of what the church was that they cling to it so dearly that they choke the life out the very thing that they love. There is no doubt that they love God and that they love the community of faith, but they can’t let go of what was and they aren’t bearing any fruit.  Wheat or weed?

Before I entered seminary I worked as a caretaker for an Episcopal Church in Northern California. During Holy Week I met a lot of the church members who were helping set up for the services. Every day, as most of the faces changed, these two same people were there, helping clean, helping cook, arranging fresh flowers, reading liturgy.  As the week moved on I could see them getting tired but their love for God still managed to shine bright and they kept sharing their gifts with the community. I don’t think the week’s celebration would have moved as many people closer to God without their work; and yet, to many these two men living together in a long term committed relationship raise the question: wheat or weeds?

This parable shows us a God who is patient with us as we work out our salvation with fear and trembling.  There will be times when we look around the Church and see others that we perceive as useless weeds, and there will be times when others will perceive us the same way. Maybe that’s why Jesus says worry about the plank in your own eye before judging the speck in your neighbor’s.

The good news is that God has a long-view on what makes us wheat or weeds.  The Kingdom of Heaven is like this whole parable and nothing gets sorted until judgment—and the things that are really, truly evil will be dealt with and the things that are really, truly good will be dealt with.  In the meantime, let’s be about bearing good fruit; let’s be about reflecting the likeness of Jesus into the world, to act in his name according to the command to love.

*  Theodore J. Wardlaw “Homiletical Perspective on Matthew 13…” Feasting on the Word, Year A. Vol 3.


There’s Something About…

“Mary, Mary, you’re on my mind,”

That’s what Michael Hutchence and Jimmy Barnes sing in “Good Times.”

I learned that song from the Lost Boys soundtrack, many many years before I ever stood in a room filled with icons and polycandelon (candelabras.)

But one day I stood in the church, and maybe it was because the light of sunset and the polycandelon hit this one icon just right, but the gold background, signifying the heavenly realm, glowed. I know it sounds crazy, and I’m not a huge proponent of ‘supernatural’ stuff, but the gold was glowing.

As it turns out, I was also contemplating selecting a patron saint.

One might think that in that particular moment of contemplation and the glowing of an icon, that maybe I was getting a message from my soon to be patron saint.

But I was told that there was no way this particular saint was my patron saint.

mary magdalene
Mary Magdalene, Holy Myrrh-bearer and Apostle to the Apostles

Men don’t get patron saints who are women, that’s what I was told. Period.

I guess they were twitchy about calling me by a female saint’s name during worship. So I chose my name-sake, Daniel. Easy peasy, mac n cheesy.

But I have always felt an affinity for the Apostle to the Apostles. In fact, she’s a big reason I’m not part of that particular church with icons, polycandelon, and incense. How do you have a female as the first messenger of the Risen One and then say they can’t preach or be ordained?

Thank you, Mary, for leading me to the path of embracing a holy diversity that embraces the marginalized.

Blessed feast day to you.

“Almighty God, whose blessed Son restored Mary Magdalene to health of body and mind, an called her to be a witness of his resurrection: Mercifully grant that by your grace we may be healed from all our infirmities and know you in the power of his unending life; who with you and the Holy Spirit, lives and reigns, one God, now and for ever. Amen” (Book of Common Prayer)



Saturday Pride Parade #SDPride


Aaron went to his first Pride Parade today; he was a superhero, running around wearing his trans flag like a cape and pumping up the parade-watchers, riding the waves of love sent his way. He was free; for the first time in a long time, I saw my child free to abandon himself to a group of people who let him be him, people who cheered him on without judgment. Strangers cheering on another stranger because they shared a common bond of having this moment to be completely free.

I know there are people who don’t understand why Pride is important; until you have lived a closeted existence, you may never know why Pride is important.

I am a cis-gender, straight white male; I posses a level of privilege in our society that my son never will. So I walk with him in Pride.  And I will spend the entirety of my days making sure that he has every chance to be free, and surrounded by people who let him be him.

Happy Pride, kiddo.

Happy Pride to everyone.

Sailing on a Ship of Fools

Styx sang, “Come Sail Away” — which if you think about river from which the band derives its name, is kind of weird — but if you connect prompts to song lyrics, which I do because my brain is full of song lyrics, then that may be the song you’d reference for your daily post. Or maybe you’d jump onto “Sailing” by Christopher Cross…

Not me.

When I saw the Daily Prompt, “Sail,” I immediately was drawn to the Grateful Dead song “Ship of Fools,” probably because it was most recently sung by Dead and Company at the July 1 show at Wrigley Field.


I got on the bus in the 90s, when Jerry wasn’t doing very well, so I didn’t get to know “Ship of Fools” that well; it’s also not in rotation in the shows I have in my collection, either (which I need to fix!).

Anyway, there’s this first verse:

Went to see the captain
strangest I could find
Layed my proposition down
Layed it on the line;
I won’t slave for beggar’s pay
likewise gold and jewels
but I would slave to learn the way
to sink your ship of fools…

And then there’s this:

“Michael Foucault’s Madness and Civilization [tells] that a ship of fools referred to the practice of putting the local ‘insanes’ onto ships to help as crew people; supposedly, ‘regular’ people thought that the fools, shipmen, and the sea all had an affinity for each other. so, when a new ship would port in a town, people would come and have a chuckle at the expense of the kind ‘fools.’ so, the sea was an escape for these well-wishing souls from the cruel sea of humanity on the mainland.”

Maybe today is one of those days where I feel like the sea would be a great escape from the laughing landlubbers.

via Daily Prompt: Sail

Lyrics and Quote regarding Michael Foucault courtesy of The Annotated Ship of Fools

Daily Prompt: Dash

There are so many lyrics penned by Robert Hunter that find meaning in my life.

As I think of the promt for “Dash,” I think of the days that we are given between when we enter this world and when we depart.

July 3rd is the day that Jim Morrison died. His life was poured out making music with a band that I never witnessed in person, but whose music still informs who I am.

I remember being young and wondering what I would do with my life:

In the 2nd grade I was going to destroy the Death Star

In the 3rd grade I was going to discover ancient relics

In the 4th grade…I don’t remember…but I know that throughout my life there were dreams of how I would spend my days–some dreams more cosmically meaningful than others.

I wonder when it is that we became content with putting our dreams on the shelf to collect dust?

“Hearts of Summer held in trust
still tender, young and green
left on shelves collecting dust
not knowing what they mean”

~Robert Hunter  & Jerry Garcia “Days Between



via Daily Prompt: Dash