Whispers of a Blessing

Sermon preached by Rev. Margie Quinn on Sunday, June 7, 2026

I had heard stories like this before. God calling people to do God’s will. I had heard whispers of names like Moses and Noah, like Miriam and Aaron. But I couldn't believe that God's voice came to me. And God didn't just start by asking me, "How are you?" God didn't start with a simple, "Hello, it's good to see you, Abram." The first word that God said to me was, "Go."

My wife Sarai and I had been traveling for what felt like forever. We had actually tried to get to Canaan. And we were leaving the land of and we were on our way when we got stalled in Heron and had to set down roots there for now. But then my dad died. He had been alive for 205 faithful years. And in that land I lost him. So it was just me and my wife Sarah and we were childless, still struggling with infertility. I was 75 years old and she was 65. Just me and her and the nephew that we had taken in, Lot, my brother's son, who had lost his mom and lost his dad.

God didn't just ask me to leave my land when God called me. God didn't just ask me to leave my kindred and my clan when God called me. No, God said, "Leave your home, too." God used these words that I hadn't heard before. Leah, go forth alone. And God said this to me. I will make of you a great nation and I will bless you and your name will be great and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you and I will curse those who curse you and in you all the families of the earth will be blessed.

At 75 years old, I was too old to be called. God called young guys. God called young women. I didn't even know what God was talking about. From my family, we could bring a blessing to others for those outside of this chosen community. Protection from those who would curse us or mistreat us.

The sacrifice felt impossible and the call felt undeniable.

Don't look back on the past. God seemed to be telling me, "Don't regress out of nostalgia. Don't mimic or copy something that you've already experienced. I'm inviting you into the unknown. Into a land that you don't even know the name of yet, into a journey that you couldn't even begin to perceive. Go."

And I have struggled with a lot of things in my life, but I haven't struggled with faithfulness. And so I went, but I didn't go forth alone. That's where I disobeyed God just a little because how could I leave my companion, my wife, the woman who had journeyed with me, who had experienced pain and joy with me, Sarah. I brought her and we brought our nephew, parentless. There was no way we were going to leave Lot behind. And I brought the people that I had acquired in that land. And I brought possessions and I went.

When we got to Canaan, I felt this holy nudge telling me to go to this big oak tree at Mora. And I went and I heard this voice of God. Kind of like the story I had heard of God and Moses by this bush. As I stood under this tree, God said to me, "To your offspring, I will give your land." So I built an altar right then and there, not to any human that I worship, but to a God that had led me this far in safety. And I kept moving and moving, pitching tents and building altars as I went, showing people what it meant to be a blessing, showing people the God who blesses us each day.

I trusted the one who called me by my name. When that one said, "Go."

You won't hear my voice in this story because I felt like I didn't have one. My husband gets to talk to God directly and I don't have one conversation with this divine being. And not only does my husband have a conversation with God, which I'm not a part of, then Abram doesn't even have a conversation with me before he makes the decision to go. There is no calculation on his part. There is no including me in this decision. As his wife, as his wife who has been with him every step of the journey, he said yes before he even took a breath. He said go before he even took a beat.

Did he think this was going to be an easy journey? This wasn't like the roads were lit. This wasn't like if he got hurt, there would be some emergency of folks who showed up to help us. And what if he died? What if he died on that journey? I was no longer a potential matriarch. I was a woman who could have been a homeless vagabond. I could have been a slave. I could have been taken advantage of. Did he even think about that?

And no baby, still no baby. This wasn't just a journey into the unknown. This was a journey of life and death. We were going from a place where we had really come to belong to a place that this God had called us to and said that this land was unknown to us. God didn't even give us the name of it before we left. And when we arrived, my husband Abram picks up and begins traveling again, moving from place to place, building altars and pitching tents, leaving me to what? Follow him along, stay put where we went. There was no road map for the wife of the one who was called.

Did this God have my back, too? This voice that I had never heard from. Would this God protect me from the same curses? Would this God bless me in the same way? Would this God finally give me a baby?

I had heard the word offspring. What offspring? From who? I wanted to have faith. I really did. A promise. But I felt like faithfulness was reserved for the one who had heard from God directly and not for me.

You won't hear my voice in this story because I was speechless. I was speechless. I had lost my parents. I had lost my granddad. I had lost my sense of home. When my uncle came up to me and said, "We're leaving. Go." And I said, "Where?" Forward. I know you want to look back. He said, "I know you want to dwell on what happened. I know you want to sit in the heaviness of your grief. And I am asking you to come with us. A land that is a blessing and a promise. A land that will be ours, and it will be yours, too. God has not forgotten you, and neither have we. We can settle there."

I missed my granddad. I missed my parents. I don't know what choice I had. If I stayed behind, who was going to take care of me? Who would I turn to? My uncle and aunt, they really had cared for me very well and treated me like the son that they never had. But I'm going to be honest, I wasn't their son. Why did I have to leave the few friends that I was starting to make? Why did I have to leave the olive trees that I walked by on my way to their home? Why did I have to leave the streets that were starting to become familiar to me, that crossroads and that one? Why did we always have to move as a way of showing our faith?

Church, it's me again. And this may feel like a very ancient text with nothing that we can quite relate to. This may feel like a text that has pharaohs and plagues. This may feel like a text that has altars and pitching tents, that has giant floods and arcs. But this book, as I read it again, is a book about family. And family is complicated. There are new couples like Adam and Eve who are naked and unashamed still. And that happens today. There are brothers like Cain and Abel that hate each other. And that happens today still. There are drunk fathers like Noah who embarrass their sons and that happens today still. There is infertility. There are strained marriages. We lose our parents. We lose our grandparents. Some of us move in with families that are not our nuclear ones. And all of this is in Genesis 2.

And in this story, we hear of this call to pick up and move, to start a journey that we've never been on, to move to a land that's unknown. And maybe you have felt that, too. Many of you have experienced this. Now, in our days, we work jobs that take us all around the country. We move for schools. We're displaced from natural disasters. We move for our spouse's work. We move to serve overseas. We're grandparents who move closer to our kids or grandkids to take care of them. We are adult children who move closer to our parents who are dying.

We are called to pick up and leave. Some of us are forced out, kicked out of families because of our sexual and gender identities, torn from our families, and deported or detained. And in the leaving, we don't just leave the land we're familiar with. We don't just leave the kindred and the clan that we're familiar with, like that sports league or those colleagues that you get drinks with or that house that you loved or even your own church. But you leave home. You leave belonging. You leave behind the ways that you have felt seen and heard and known in your own context to set out for something new.

Abram's call from God, as you heard, is filled with promise. It's filled with blessing. That word blessing is used in Genesis 88 times. As if God really has something to say to us about how much of a blessing each of us are to the God that loves us.

And as we journey through Genesis this month, I hope that you will come back. I don't often tell people come back to church, but I hope you will to hear yourself breathed out of these stories. Some of you who have been called into the unknown and the families that are impacted by that call and the resentment and the hard conversations and the processing, or maybe the lack of that, is in here too.

When God has called you to pick up and go and leave the familiar behind, what do you do? And who do you turn to? And are you faithful like Abram? Or do you feel a lack of faithfulness like Sarai?

I hear in this text whispers of a blessing and a promise and a God who holds all of it with us. A God who wonders with us what it looks like to go. A God who lets us off the hook when we say, "I don't want to go alone." And maybe this is a cautionary tale, church, for us to spend more time discerning with our families, with our friends, with ourselves what we should do. Or maybe it's an example of sacrifice that we give to the ones that we love.

And maybe today it's just part of our religious history. And so I'm inviting you to dive into it with me. Whether this story touches a wound, whether you can't relate to it at all, this is a book that is rich with life and that is rife with it. It's a book that we don't read alone. It's a book that we speak and listen to together.

Where are you in this story? Where are you in Genesis? I promise you're in there. Even if it's just because you had an apple for breakfast.

Amen.

Where You Go, I Will Go

Sermon preached by Rev. Margie Quinn on Sunday, May 24, 2026

Good morning. We celebrated Pentecost a little bit early last week. We got a little birthday-happy and went ahead and installed Reverend Wesley, read the story from Acts, and talked about the gift of the Holy Spirit — where folks began to hear each other in each other's difference as clearly as if every language was fluent to all. So we have this kind of floating Sunday where Larry and I talked, and we kept the Pentecost paraments up. And we have this Sunday, before we get into the summer, where I was thinking about the Pentecost story and the opportunity to preach about — or wonder about — a theme that I really have never heard preached about in church before. It's not a theme that's stigmatized. It's not a theme that holds shame. I just think it's a topic that goes overlooked in a lot of ways, because we as Christians take it for granted. And that is friendship.

After this crowd of skeptics and scoffers looks at the disciples, after they see that this Holy Spirit mayhem has occurred — that people are speaking in tongues of all kinds — they begin to sneer and actually think that what's going on is that the people are drunk. And Peter stands up. This might be the first time that Peter has addressed a crowd without Jesus standing by his side. Peter stands up and turns to them. And what I imagine is that his friends pop up, put an arm on his shoulder, as he says what he says about a spirit that sees visions and dreams dreams. What struck me about this line, as I reread Acts — just the first few chapters; I'm still making my way through it again this week — is that it says, "But Peter, standing with the eleven, raised his voice and addressed them." Peter standing with the eleven.

Peter didn't have to do it alone. He got to do it with eleven other people — eleven other friends that he made while following Jesus around. I like to imagine that gang of brothers together near him. I think they had probably really taken in Jesus's final discourse to them, some of the last things that Jesus said, that you heard Karen read again in the fifteenth chapter of John. Jesus said, "There is actually no greater love than this: to lay down your life for a friend." And it seems as though — in many moments when we don't give the disciples much credit — they knew exactly what he meant when he said that.

As Kevin DeYoung writes, "Friendship is the most important, least talked-about relationship in the church." The most important, least talked-about relationship in the church. And as someone who is not married, I can't tell you how many people have asked me, "Who are you dating? When will you get married? Who are you seeing?" Or even when I have been in a relationship: "How is your partner? When will you get engaged?" I wonder what it looks like to say instead, "How are your relationships? How is it with your friends?" It's a different question that gets to a different kind of answer. Marriage and dating, singleness and partnership — they are important. But what does it look like when we examine scripture through the lens of friendship? Proverbs talks about it. We have David and Jonathan, and many other examples of people who show up for each other, who teach us something about being a friend. Jesus was particularly good at that. But I thought about Ruth and Naomi — the friendship between these two women.

For some of you who don't know the story, it actually starts with grief. Naomi is married to a man named Elimelech. They are from Judah, but they live their lives in Moab. They have two sons, and both sons marry women — Ruth and Orpah. We learn very early on in the book of Ruth that Elimelech dies, leaving Naomi a widow. For ten years, Naomi — widowed — is living with Ruth and Orpah and their husbands. And then Ruth's husband dies. And then Orpah's husband dies. And the three women are left widowed. Naomi is heartbroken and distressed. She wants to go back home, where she grew up, to the land of Judah, because she has heard word that God has started to provide food for the people who have been experiencing famine.

"Go back to your mother's house, each of you," she says to Ruth and Orpah. "I have to do this part alone." And she kisses them and they begin to weep. "No, we want to come with you and your people," they say to her. "Turn back, my daughters," she says. "Why would you want to go with me? I have no sons in my womb for you to marry. And even if I did have someone I was married to, you're not going to wait until those sons are old enough. I am bitter." In this moment, Naomi actually picks a new name for herself. She says, "Call me Mara, not Naomi." Naomi means pleasant. Mara means bitter. "I'm bitter. God has turned against me."

And Ruth and Orpah weep aloud once again. And Orpah kisses her mother-in-law and then does what she says — she goes back home. And scripture tells us, "But Ruth clung to her." Naomi said, "See, your sister-in-law has gone back to her people. Go with her." But Ruth said, "Do not press me to leave you or to turn back from following you. Don't you get it? Where you go, I go. Where you lodge, I lodge. Your people will be my people, and your God my God. Where you die, I will die. There I will be buried. May the Lord do thus and so to me, and more as well, if even death parts me from you."

The youth call that being a girl's girl. I would have to agree with them. It is perhaps the most unrelenting, steadfast example of the fierce and loyal love that God has for us. God's relational desire for us is always to be connected to each other. In fact, the Hebrew word for friend means "connect." God understood that and taught us that.

Naomi is really used to loss at this point, is she not? She's bitter. Her husband has died. Not one but two sons have died. "Just leave me alone. Turn away from me. Go back." But there is Ruth, clinging. Where you go, I go. Where you lodge, I lodge. Your people are my people. You are stuck with me.

It reminds me — I know y'all are going to go see Andor along with Grogu — and it also reminds me of another iconic fantasy series: Lord of the Rings. In the last scene of The Fellowship of the Ring, Frodo is on a boat heading to Mordor and he decides he's going to do it alone. And this is a very funny scene for those of you who remember. Sam, his best friend, begins running out into the water to get on the boat with him as he's paddling away. Sam cannot swim. And Frodo looks at him and says, "Go back, Sam. I'm going to Mordor alone." And Sam says, "Of course you are, and I'm coming with you."

Pastor Lee Finnegan notes that Ruth's sole purpose in this whole narrative is redemption — a fact reinforced by the repetition of that word twenty times in only eighty-five verses. Twenty times in only eighty-five verses. There is something to be said for a friend who wants to redeem another friend. Not fix her grief, not sugarcoat it, not ignore it or turn away from it — but cling to it, as if to say, "What you feel, I will feel. Your heartbreak is my heartbreak, and your pain is my pain. And sister, I am right there with you in it."

It's really no surprise, then, that when we open Matthew 1 and look at the genealogy of Jesus, Ruth's name appears — as if this fierce and steadfast friendship is embedded in his very DNA — because he taught us a lot about what it means to be a good friend.

Ruth the Redeemer. I wonder if you have someone like that in your life. A clinger. I have been redeemed by many Ruths, and I do not take it for granted. Many Ruths who have witnessed me in moments of great loss and showed me steadfast love when they could have turned around and gone back home. My friend Diana always says, "Margie, you walk to a wedding, you run to a funeral." Those are words to live by. My friend Megan, in a very difficult season when I was trying out medication, referred to it as my "vertical juice" — a way to help soften some of the stigma of being medicated. Friends who have sat with me eating Indian food on the living room floor as I howled after the loss of a family member. Friends who flew in just for a few hours to attend a funeral before flying back home.

Redeeming Ruths. I want to know about yours. Or maybe the ache of who you hope that person could be. They have showed up for me when I am bitter, when I want a name change because I don't feel too pleasant. And they didn't just kiss my cheek and walk home. They clung.

Friendship is so sacred, and it is so clunky. It is both a balm and a mirror. It's one of the most simple ways that I think God reveals God's love to us. It's a reminder that we can't do life alone — that we actually need two or more gathered for Jesus, for church to be there. That Jesus didn't even want to do it alone. He knew he needed people. And friendship is hard. There are times I have not been a good friend. I haven't known how to show up for someone in their grief, and so I have walked home. Or I have been flaky. I have let people down. We often speak of breakups — romantic breakups — but the breakups that keep me up at night are those of friends.

And yet Jesus welcomes me back. He always does. He offers a road map to stumble along and try again. He says: "I ate with people who denied me. I ate with people who betrayed me. I ate with fishermen who had serious body odor. And I ate with tax collectors who made a lot more money than me and could go on trips I could never afford. Some of my friends couldn't even show up for me in my final moments on earth — it was too painful for them." When Jesus appears after the resurrection, Thomas can hardly believe it's him. "Aren't you supposed to be perfect?" he seems to say. And Jesus says, "No. I have wounds. You want to see them?"

I think that's what good friends do. We take the risk to show our wounds to each other. Naomi unflinchingly looked at Ruth and Orpah and said, "Get away from me. I'm too bitter, too heartbroken, too in pain for you to be here walking with me through this." But Ruth shows up again and again. And so we must try to as well — even when we get it horribly wrong. Even when our envy or resentment or hurt gets in the way. And of course there's discernment there. Sometimes the right thing to do is walk home, away from a friendship that isn't serving us. And sometimes the invitation is to learn how to cling harder.

Jesus knew that he couldn't do life alone. And of the myriad miracles he performed, I wonder if he saw friendship as one of the greatest. Author Hanya Yanagihara writes in her book A Little Life: "Wasn't friendship its own miracle? The finding of another person who made the entire lonely world seem somehow less lonely."

Ruth's words echo throughout Jesus's life. Where we go, he goes. Where we lodge, he lodges. Our people are his people, and our God is his God. Like the eleven standing with Peter. Like the twelve eating with Jesus. Like Ruth — the one who won't let go.

I feel, and maybe you feel, convicted and comforted by these examples of biblical friendship that give us a way forward, to show up for our friends. Every new day — every blessed, broken day — we try again.

"I'm going alone," we may protest. Or we may hear someone say to us: "Of course you are, and I'm going with you."

Amen.

Walk Humbly

Sermon preached by Rev. Wesley King on Sunday, May 17, 2026

All right, let's see.

Y'all seen the news lately? Front page, baby. Front page. Someone saw that story and said, "How's it going at Vine Street? What's it like?" And I said, "I'm having a blast." And they said, "Having a blast making TikToks?" I said, "Maybe. Yes. People like those TikToks. Thank you very much. But it's way, way more than that." I said, "I'm having a blast doing ministry with these folks." I told them — did you know that during the ice storm just a couple months ago, Vine Street was the only church that was able to stay open and house those unhoused guests that evening from Room in the Inn? The rest couldn't do it because of lack of power or lack of people. Did you know that? I said, "Did you know that Vine Street gave away $30,000 in their community ministry grants this past year to local nonprofits and ministries and charities? $10,000 more than they did last year." I said, "Did you know that Vine Street has been a long-standing supporter and founder of Disciples Divinity House and Institute, and that Margie and I met with them and we fed them and we listened to their stories and their journeys? We built relationship with them, and now we have three Vandy interns starting in the fall." Those TikToks may grab people's attention, but it's what they see when they look deeper into who Vine Street is that hooks them.

In the paper, Margie says, "How do we make history?" By that, I mean, how do we make sure that people know our history and continue to make history? Quinn said, "To know our past is to know the blueprint for our future. To know our past is to know the blueprint for our future." So today, as we celebrate Pentecost, the birthday of the church, I'm hoping that we can look at what the big-C Church has done in the past and let it be a blueprint for us as we move forward.

For those who are unaware, let me recap the Pentecost story. It happens in Acts chapter 2, and Luke tells it this way:

When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. And suddenly, a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them. Now there were staying in Jerusalem God-fearing Jews from every nation under heaven. When they heard this sound, a crowd came together in bewilderment, because each one of them heard their own language being spoken. Utterly amazed, they asked, "Aren't all of these who are speaking Galileans? Then how is it that each of them hears in their own native language? Parthians, Medes and Elamites, residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya near Cyrene, visitors from Rome — both Jews and those who have converted to Judaism — Cretans and Arabs — we hear them declaring the wonders of God in our own tongues!" Amazed and perplexed, they asked one another, "What does this mean?"

But this year, our Pentecost theme from the general church really centers around Micah 6:8, a verse that is probably very familiar to everyone here, but I think it warrants a little bit of context. The prophet Micah in chapter 6 — the opening lines place the speaker on their way to the temple, preparing to worship God. The worshipper approaches God ready to bow down and present an offering. And we watch this imagined sacrifice begin to escalate. First, ordinary burnt offerings; then young calves of high value; then these extravagant gifts like thousands of rams and oil — the sort of offerings that only a king could provide. And the progression reaches its most extreme point when the suggestion of offering one's own child comes up. But then in verse six, the literary voice shifts, and the worshipper is reminded that none of these sacrifices are what God actually desires. Instead, God requires a life that is marked by justice, steadfast kindness, and humility.

And so leading up to this week, I've been holding this newness of Pentecost — the day in which the Holy Spirit takes charge and leads God's people to walk in the way of Christ, building the church and making disciples. And I've been holding that God's call is so simple: to do justice and love mercy and walk humbly. But what are these two passages saying to us now? We've heard them both before, but how do they merge together? And I want you to hold those two stories in tandem during this sermon.

This weekend, I've been hosting, with my boss the Reverend Dr. José Martinez, a new church summit — a gathering of regional ministers and new church pastors where we came together to dream and imagine what the future of our church looks like. If you didn't know, we have 195 new churches within the Disciples of Christ, otherwise known as Churches in Formation, and that's all across the US and Canada. And within those new churches, there are 17 different languages. In fact, some of the fastest growing traditions within the Disciples are Chuukese-speaking and Spanish-speaking churches. Feels a little bit like our Pentecost story.

And it was so encouraging to hear these stories of how God is working in their midst, working in so many different ways. For example, in Memphis — Christ City Church, which began in 2010 as a non-denominational congregation aimed at young adults, specifically in the Midtown neighborhood of Memphis. In its early years, Christ City Church embraced a more evangelical theology. But over the years that began to evolve and shift, specifically around the role of women in ministry, and by 2018 they had embraced an egalitarian approach to ministry. And while that shift prompted several of their neighboring faith communities to cut ties with them, it also laid the groundwork for them hiring their first female pastor, Pastor Mandy, who was their executive pastor.

That same year, they began to rent space from Central Christian Church, which is a Disciples congregation in Memphis. And they articulated eight core principles: choosing presence, seeking health, cultivating spirituality, embracing justice, engaging culture, creating beauty, showing mercy, and pursuing all that God calls them to. These practices have since shaped the congregation's identity, guiding their members to see themselves as co-laborers in God's work of renewal on earth. And in 2023, they also became an open and affirming congregation.

But as Central's congregation and membership was dwindling, Christ City was thriving. This new church was thriving. And so Central gifted their building to Christ City. The hospitality that they experienced from Central Christian touched Pastors Jamon and Mandy and prompted them to attend the Disciples regional assembly in Tennessee — in Memphis — in 2024. The same regional assembly where I told Margie that I want to come work with her. And at that regional assembly, I got the honor of sitting at lunch with them and hearing their story and their journey. And I connected them with new church ministry and I connected them with other congregations that have similar stories and similar journeys. And a year later, they joined us. They joined the Disciples. And they are one of three new churches coming out of Memphis in the last year. And there's more on the way. I got to share that special story with folks this weekend at the summit about how God is moving in Memphis.

But speaking of Memphis — I spent much of last week at the Capitol as our state legislature carved up Memphis's voting voice. After so many of our state's leadership jumped at the opportunity to appease President Trump's request to redraw the maps, the Tennessee legislature successfully gerrymandered Memphis — our state — once again, just like they did to Nashville back in 2022. And it's true, yes, that both political parties have redrawn maps for their own political gain. That is true. But this was different. This targeted Black and brown voters. This dismantled key parts of the Voting Rights Act. This disparaged a part of our state that our legislature has already had a target on for a long time. And I watched these men and women sneer and laugh in the faces of young and old Black and brown faces — as I watched this man who claims to follow Jesus, who should be clothed in righteousness, drape a Trump flag over him, laugh in their face, and walk into the rotunda. And while these lawmakers have maintained that this is about partisan opportunity, their colleagues have constantly reminded them that within their privileged power grab, they are disparaging and mistreating a history of mistreatment of Black and brown folks that they are seemingly conveniently forgetting.

State Senator London Lamar said that her son will have fewer rights than her grandmother did.

At the end of that session — when they voted, and we knew how they were going to vote, and they voted how we thought they would — I was standing outside the Capitol waiting for the final demonstration of that day. And this man walked up the stairs wearing a shirt that said, "In Memphis as it is in Heaven." And I got a little emotional, because while the majority of folks don't even fully realize what happened over just 72 hours, I was there. And I heard story after story after story of people sharing how their grandparents had to fight just to be able to vote — how they had to guess the number of marbles in a jar just to be able to vote. And now their district was being carved up so that their voice in Congress was being diluted.

I've been holding these two experiences — these two stories — in tandem this week, trying to figure out what they mean. How do they coincide? How do they merge? How do they fit together? And then I read the words of Reverend Beth Patillo, someone local to Nashville, someone who has done so much for our church. And she said that the day the church was born was the day that the church became prophetic. The day that the church was born was the day that the church became prophetic. She writes that a deeper understanding of Micah 6:8 empowers today's church to enact its own prophetic witness, which works for all human flourishing.

One of the things that drew Christ City Church to the Disciples was our commitment to justice. Christ City's pastor said that justice is about everybody being able to get what they need. He said, "Joining the Disciples of Christ is making clear for us as a church what we want and what we want to be a part of."

And likewise, in Luke's story from Acts 2 — after the crowd had admonished those who were speaking with tongues of fire, speaking different languages, thinking that they were drunk with wine — Peter stands up and quotes the prophet Joel, saying, "I will pour out my Spirit, and your sons and daughters will prophesy. Your young will see visions and your old will dream dreams."

The day the church was born was the day that the church became prophetic.

The other chapters in Micah list many ways that humanity has failed to do justice. In chapters 2 and 3, the powerful had oppressed the powerless. The laborers had been exploited. The courts had been corrupted. But the central theme of Micah chapter 6, as Reverend Patillo says, is a reversal of the people's understanding of God's expectation for them — that God doesn't want rams, God doesn't want calves or oil. God wants justice and mercy and loving kindness and humility.

Micah addresses people who are preparing to enter the temple for worship. In our Pentecost story, something similar is happening, both figuratively and literally. So paraphrasing Reverend Patillo: Pentecost marks a shift. God's people now include all those from across the world who hear and who respond to what the Spirit is doing — who hear and respond to what the Spirit is prophesying. Micah's escalating list of sacrifices easily parallels our own attempts to negotiate with God. Across Micah's time, the day of Pentecost, and our own Sunday gatherings, the answer remains unchanged: God does not desire material things that we can offer, but instead, in every age, God seeks transformed behavior — of justice and mercy and humility — which is the truest act of worship.

These stories remind us that the church is called to live prophetically. Reverend Patillo says that to do justice is to practice the fairness and equity captured in the Hebrew mishpat. To love kindness is to embody the covenantal love and loyalty expressed by hesed. And to walk humbly is to enter a way of life that resists exploitative power and embraces faithful obedience to God. This is exactly the kind of life that we see in the early church — something that our Restoration and Stone-Campbell ancestors sought to return us to. When believers held their possessions in common, when they cared for the widows and the orphans, when they bore witness to the resurrection and shared meals together in their homes, they were taking the first steps toward becoming a community shaped by the prophet's call to do justice, kindness, and humble devotion to God. Micah's words become a reminder to ensure that we do — within and outside these four walls — what is truly called of us to do. And it's also a good measurement: are we doing that, or are we just offering burnt sacrifices? Are we doing justice? Are we loving kindness? Are we walking humbly with God? Or are we just doing what's comfortable and what's easy?

Pastor Jim at Christ City Church says that their aspiration is to be a church for the future that is still grounded in their knowledge of the past. And that quote reminded me so much of what Pastor Margie said in the paper — that to know our past is to know the blueprint for our future.

Like the day of Pentecost, this church has had tongues of fire in our past. This church has prophesied in our past. This church has planted numerous new churches and ministries across this city, many of which are still standing — including the Disciples Divinity House and Institute, which has been training leaders for almost a hundred years. This church has stood for peace amidst war when it was very unpopular. This church has supported the desegregation of our schools and their bathrooms and the lunch counters when it was very unpopular, claiming that all people have a place here in God's church and at God's table. This church has affirmed the need for mental health when it started the Insight Counseling Center that now has 10 locations across Middle Tennessee. When other churches are building barriers around the table, this church has said that all are welcome at the table — no matter who you are, no matter what — because it's Christ's table, not ours. When churches not too far from here are doubling down that women do not belong in the pulpit, this church saw the gifts and the calling and the talents of this young woman and said, "Come and lead us." When other congregations can't get over who I share this ring with, this church said to me, "We see you and we hear you. Come and share your gifts with us."

The blueprint is here, friends. Our history is that of doing justice and loving mercy and walking humbly with God. We only need to follow where the Spirit is moving and going now.

Love One Another

Sermon preached by Rev. Margie Quinn on Sunday, May 10, 2026

In my final semester of seminary, I felt really far away from my — Daniel, don't be alarmed. You're going to be fine. Um, I felt pretty burnt out from school. I felt far away from my family. I felt anxious about the unknown future. I began to dread waking up. I began to dread going to school. And I was losing joy in the things that had very much been giving me joy in my life. For someone who was studying God, I was asking myself, where is God? How do I feel God's love? So I went to one of my mentors who immediately pulled out her laptop and she opened it up and she asked me to come sit next to her and she showed me the Decorah North Bald Eagle Cam. The Decorah North Bald Eagle Cam, which is a 24/7 live stream of an eagle's nest in Decorah, Iowa. Maybe some of you have seen it too. At all times — like this morning, like six years ago — it shows this nest. And at the time, it showed a mother eagle, a mama eagle, who was sitting on the nest protecting one baby eaglet. She said, "I want you to just look at this with me for a second."

And then she closed her laptop and later she sent me the link to the Decorah North Bald Eagle Cam. In the subject line she sent the link and then she wrote, "Baby eaglet sleeps, comes out to eat, and then is put back to rest once again by her unmovable mother." Her unmovable mother. I became addicted to watching the Decorah North Bald Eagle Cam. I would pull it open when I was in class. I would wake up and immediately look it up. When I couldn't sleep, I would watch the Decorah Bald Eagle Cam. I couldn't stop watching this mama eagle who was vigilant, who was cutting, who was always watching and who was always protecting and caring for this little eaglet — restlessly, relentlessly, day after day. And I had been reading scripture, but sometimes the words of scripture don't necessarily come alive to us, do they? But then I was watching this mama eagle, thinking about the words in Deuteronomy when God is described as this eagle who stirs up its nest and hovers over its young, spreading its wings and taking them up, bearing them aloft on its pinions. An unmovable mother, the embodiment of love.

This is the sixth Sunday of Eastertide — as I know all of you know — and we are coming up on the end of what we know as celebrating the resurrection of our Lord. Celebrating that love wins, after all, does it not? But there is a certain sadness about the sixth Sunday of Eastertide, because today, as FA read to us, Jesus is speaking to his disciples. He's just washed their callous and dirty feet and then he gives what a lot of folks call his final discourse. This is his final discourse. This is his last words. This is his goodbye speech. This is his commencement address to the twelve who have been with him. This is when he gets to decide exactly what he wants to say and impart to them before he leaves them. This is what he says. "I'm with you only a little longer. You will look for me and where I am going, you cannot come. So I'm going to give you one final commandment. Love one another. Just as I have loved you, you should also love one another." And then he says, "Don't let your hearts be troubled. Don't be afraid." And then he says again, "If you love me, you will keep my commandments. And they who have my commandments and those who keep them love me. And those who love me will be loved by my parent, by my Father. And I will love them. And I will reveal myself to them." And then later, "As my parent, as my mother has loved me, I love you. Abide in my love. If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my parent's commandments and abided in his love." And then this: "This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. No one has greater love than this, to lay down one's life for one's friends." That's his final discourse.

And as I sat in my office on Thursday — actually, I was driving back from a lunch and I got a call from Quinn Moseley, who is a junior in high school, and he said, "Why aren't you at the church?" And I said, "Oh, I'm coming back from a lunch." And he said, "Great. Well, I'm on your couch." So I walk into my office and he said, "Hacky Sack Club got cancelled, so I had a couple hours to burn." So I thought I'd come into your office. And like I do with everyone who comes to my office, I said, "Okay, well, I was just about to start writing my sermon, so I'm going to make you read John 14 out loud to me, and we're going to walk through it verse by verse, and we're going to figure this out together." So Quinn takes my little Bible and he starts reading to me Jesus's final discourse. Love me like I love my Father, like my Father loves me, like this commandment, like the commandment I give you to love me. And by the end of it, he goes, "What does it mean?" And I go, "What does it mean?" And we just kept asking each other, "What does it mean?" And then Quinn asked this: What does it mean to love Jesus if he isn't here anymore?

Y'all. What does it mean to love Jesus if he isn't here anymore? Which sounds a lot like something the theologian Caroline Lewis asked of this passage this week. What does it look like to embody God's love when Jesus isn't here anymore? When he has said that he is going somewhere where we cannot come — yet that he's not going to leave us orphaned, that he will come back to us, but for now he's just leaving us with the Paraclete, the advocate, the helper, the Holy Spirit. So I think that's our question today. How do we love God when Jesus has gone somewhere that we can't go? In any way, what is love?

Let's start. There's a great band called The Wild Reeds. And they write, "Love is a choice every day, not some fuzzy feeling in the room." The Apostle Paul said that love is patient and kind. It's not arrogant. It's not rude. It doesn't boast. It doesn't delight in wrongdoing. It never ends. A six-year-old named Emma wrote, "Love is when you're missing some of your teeth, but you're not afraid to smile because you know your friends will still love you even if some of you is missing." Y'all, come on. These young people — I'm just going to go ahead and sit down. And then Jesus — well, Jesus is more of a shower, not a teller, as we know — when he kept asking Simon Peter, "Do you love me? Simon Peter, do you love me? Do you love me?" And Simon Peter kept saying, "Jesus, I love you. I love you. I love you. How many more times do I need to say it?" His response was, "If you love me, just feed my sheep. Feed my lambs. Take care of my sheep." And that sounds like pretty good marching orders for us. Just feed people. Take care of people. And then feed people again. Baby eaglet sleeps, comes out to eat, and then is put back to rest once again by her unmovable mother.

So often I talk about — we talk about — God's love for us. Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so. But this week it really struck me that while I think about and talk about and pontificate on Jesus's love for me, I don't often think about my love for him. When he commands me to love him, what does he want me to do? What is it? Something about a choice and not a feeling? Something about an unmovable eagle? Something about missing a tooth and letting people see you when you're missing things? What is it? What is it, Jesus? So this week that's what was — as I say — rolling around upstairs. That's what I was thinking about. How to take care of sheep and how to embody God's love when I don't really have Jesus to hold my hand all the time and lead me around and show me exactly how to do that and point to the people that I should be paying attention to and wave his hands at me when he wants me to be a little bit more compassionate than I'm being.

So I tried a few things. I wrote a thank you note to a family whose house I stayed in in South Carolina. I left my retainers there. And if you've been to the orthodontist, you know how expensive retainers are and also how quickly your teeth can move when you don't wear your retainers. Okay? So they went to a Walmart to send them back to me. The Walmart was closed. They went to a post office. They went to a FedEx. The fourth place they went, they were able to put my retainers in the mail. So I wrote them a thank you note. I took my niece out to dinner. I drove around praying for you — yes, you. I drove a friend to the airport. Not during rush hour, so it wasn't the most loving thing that I could do. So I tried some ways to love and wondered, is this loving you? Is this what you mean? If I'm loving them, am I loving you? Sometimes you write about it in a really convoluted way.

But I also just witnessed love, and I think that's part of it too. I've witnessed people show up at the Capitol, reminding me that love is a verb, reminding me that that mama eagle will stop at nothing to protect her babies. I watched my best friend breastfeed, holding her baby and rocking her and complimenting her and whispering to her while I just painted my living room. I asked my friend, "Is she hungry? I've got pretzels."

She said, "She's going to need another ten months before she can have your pretzels."

It's just — it's all love. It's all love. I witnessed the concern and care of one of your voices this week when you called me to tell me how your mom's doing, who just had surgery. And I heard the hurt and the grief when I had lunch with one of you this week who lost your mom nine years ago, for whom this day is complicated. And I grinned as you gushed about how good of a mom your sister is. And in all of it — all of it — love, love. This ultimate commandment, this number one marching order, the thing that activates us and comforts us and nourishes us and challenges us and convicts us, that's always waiting for us to come back to it. Love is the whole thing. It's the commandment in the final discourse. It's the last sentence in the commencement address. Just love one another like I've loved you. And that's loving me. It's the beginning and the end. God so loved the world that God gave us Godself in Jesus to show up and love the world too, right up until the end. And then left us with something that scripture calls the Paraclete, or the advocate, that we think of as the Holy Spirit.

And I wonder if you have felt it too — that even if we're trying to embody God's love and we feel like Jesus isn't too near us, sometimes we get that holy nudge. Margie, pick up the pen and write the thank you note. Margie, go grab the car door for them. Margie, go give that person a hug. Call your mom. Call your mom. That Holy Spirit that reminds us, that urges us to feed each other, lay down our lives for each other, just like Jesus did.

I miss seeing those bracelets that were big in the early 2000s — the WWJD bracelets. Y'all remember those? What would Jesus do? Well, this week I want someone to make me one that says — let me get this right — HDJJL. How did Jesus love? Because that might make my Grinch heart grow three sizes. If I could just hold it, have it around me, try to think about that as I go about my day. How did Jesus love? He loved in a lot of ways. And he did a lot of things, didn't he? He gave us the road map. He really did. He fed the hungry — he fed the hungry not because it was the right thing to do, not because he'd get his picture taken for the paper, but because he loved the hungry. He touched lepers not because it was glorifying him, but because he loved the lepers. He turned tables because he loved the church so much he was willing to be a little angry at it. He healed people because he loved them. He partied at people's weddings because he loved them. He wept over friends' graves because he loved them. He washed dirty feet because he loved them. He came back for us because he loved us. He prayed on mountain sides for people because he loved them. He shared a lot of meals with all kinds of kinds because he loved them.

I don't know. What if we really believe? What if we really believe that Jesus is among us when we practice that commandment of love? What if we really believe he shows up smiling and nodding his head, or shaking his head, or looking at the retainer case like, "How did you leave it again?" Just says, "Ah, you got it right, man. I love you."

This morning I checked the Decorah North Bald Eagle Cam — I know you were waiting just to see. It's been years since I've looked at it. And the mama eagle was gone. There was nothing in the nest. Where is that unmovable mother? I wonder. I don't know. I think she's taken flight. I think her wings have carried her somewhere else. She's on the move, just like Jesus always is, ushering us to keep up and to keep trying and to do our best at that final commandment.

Take flight, church, and just love.

Let's try it.

Make a Joyful Noise

Sermon preached by Rev. Margie Quinn on Sunday, April 26, 2026

The first band I was in was in third grade. We were called the Backyard Angels, and we sang lyrics like: “Is it official? Can we really do it? The Backyard Angels—we will be, ’cause we can get through it.”

My second band was in fourth grade, and we were called Pitch Black. So clearly, I was really going through something. Something must have happened from fourth to fifth grade. I wrote a song called Leave Me Alone: “I don’t care what you say. Leave me alone. Don’t want to see you anyway.”

Music has been threaded into my life since I can remember, and that is true for most of you. We live in Music City. I don’t need to tell you the importance of music, the importance of song. I don’t need to tell you how something happens to us when we hear a chord, and then another chord, and our hearts break open and we feel tears streaming down our eyes.

But I do want to tell you about the psalmist David, our songwriter in scripture. He wrote 150 songs—or at least that’s how many were canonized. That’s how many we’ve got in the Good Book. Some of the psalms, like the ones that Jack and Daniel read, are songs of praise. They are songs about singing to the Lord, all the earth, blessing God’s name.

I love that. I love that this psalm doesn’t say “sing about God.” It says, “Sing to God.” And it says, “Sing, all the earth,” as if David intrinsically understands the crickets chirping at night, and birdsong, and even the whales—with their, is it tenor or bass? Probably bass—singing in the ocean.

And even the songs of praise include songs of suffering. Psalm 22 is the only one of the 150 psalms that actually doesn’t resolve. There’s no part at the end where David wraps it up in a nice bow and says, “But praise to you.” It just ends with suffering, as if David understood that it’s important to express and experience the full range of human emotion.

As many of you who are writers know, we don’t sing hymns on accident here. We don’t sing a bunch of hymns in our service just to sing them. The liturgy of the service—which basically means the order of worship—literally means “the work of the people.” The work of the people.

So when we come here together, we are practicing for an hour the work of the people that we will go out and try to do: breaking bread with all kinds of people, praying prayers for the church and the world and each other, holding hands at the end to remember that we are not alone as we try to live out the gospel in our lives.

And that’s also singing. That’s also singing—not just once or twice, but throughout the whole service—because it’s a language that transcends anything we could say, anything we could read. Music is perhaps the greatest response of gratitude and praise to God that we have.

And not just with our voices. Y’all heard Kyle on the trumpet. Y’all have heard Erica on the flute. Y’all have heard Quentyn on the bass and Abby on the ukulele. Y’all have heard Micah and Chris on the keys. Y’all have heard Julia on the organ. I could keep going on and on. This church is filled with people who use their instruments to praise and worship God.

And yeah, it’s filled with those of us who tentatively reach for the high notes and tentatively reach for the low notes. It’s filled with those who get really excited about hymns that we love and know, and those of us who groan when we look at the hymn we’re about to sing. And it is all okay here. Whether you are tone-deaf or right in key, you are welcome here.

What fills this room is, I believe, what fills our world—and that is song, and that is praise, and that is music.

Friends, sometimes I read and reread scripture and something new catches me every time. Maybe that happens to you, too. And so, when I reread the Gospels in seminary, I hadn’t caught before that in two of the Gospels, when we’re looking at Jesus’s Last Supper, after the disciples ate and after everybody kicked their feet up, they sang a hymn.

I’ve got to know—what hymn did they sing? Do you have a guess? Was it a Gregorian chant, or was it a Southern spiritual? Was one of them tone-deaf, or were they all in key? Were some of them crying, knowing it was probably the last time they would sing with their Savior? What was that hymn? Did they harmonize, or were they not quite that good?

The Apostle Paul writes to the Ephesians, as we heard, and he doesn’t just suggest, and he doesn’t just invite—he actually commands them to be filled with the Spirit as they sing songs and hymns and spiritual songs among themselves, singing and making melody to the Lord in their hearts, giving thanks to God at all times and for everything in the name of Jesus.

It’s not a suggestion. It’s a commandment. Music permeates our faith. The psalmist David knew that. Paul knew that. Jesus knew that. There are so many people in scripture who knew that—who showed us the way to respond in these moments in our lives with songs.

Y’all remember Moses? Right after the Israelites cross the Red Sea into safety—right after they are freed from their oppressors—guess what he does? He sings, y’all. And that song, if you go back and read it in Exodus, it almost reads like a folk song you would sing in the back of a church camp bus on your way to Bethany Hills.

He says: “At the blast of your nostrils, the waters piled up; the floods stood in a heap; the deeps congealed in the heart of the sea. You blew with your wind, and the sea covered them; they sank like lead in mighty waters.”

And then, right after Moses sings, we learn that the prophet Miriam sings. And not just that—she sings with her voice, she picks up a tambourine, and she invites the other women to sing and dance with her, song after song, as a response of gratitude and praise for what the Lord has just done for them.

Or what about Mary’s song, which might just be the backbone of our entire theology? In the Gospel of Luke, she sings: “God has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts. God has brought down the powerful from their thrones. He has lifted up the lowly. He has filled the hungry with good things and sent the rich away empty.” That’s what she sings when she finds out that she is with the Christ child.

Music is how we memorize. Music is how I flip through and find every book in scripture. Because when I was in third grade, someone taught me: “Genesis, Exodus…” And that’s how I know the whole story of Noah’s Ark:

“The animals, the animals, they came on by two-zies, two-zies—chimpanzees and kangaroosies, roosies—they were on that boat.”

Or Jonah, who was swallowed by a fish: “He made quite a tasty dish. Freedom was his only wish from that watery grave.” And then: “Who did swallow? Jo-jo Jonah…”

Music is how we memorize. It’s how we memorize Psalm 23. It’s how we memorize the Lord’s Prayer. Even people with cognitive decline—one of the last things that they remember is song and music. And if that doesn’t preach, I don’t know what will.

We know lullabies. We know nursery rhymes. You remember the song that you walked down the aisle to, and you remember the song from the funeral of your loved one. You know the one by heart in worship that you love, and you know the one in worship that you groan when you see.

During Don Schlitz’s funeral yesterday—who was a prolific songwriter and a beloved member of our community—I quoted something that he said a lot. He said, “You write a song to get to the next song. You show up, and you just keep writing songs until you get to one that really sticks or sings out.”

And I love that—you show up to write every day knowing that some of these songs are just the ones getting you to something special, like The Gambler, which he wrote, and When You Say Nothing at All, which he wrote.

And so we do. We show up to life. We plant seeds, or we practice instruments. We work jobs. We take gigs. We sing songs just to get to the next song, and that carries us all the way home.

We sing in order to grieve. We sing “Happy Birthday.” We sing to calm our nervous systems. We sing our kids to sleep. We sing in order to join with others and become part of this melody, this chorus that then takes us out to praise with the chorus of this community.

I have a tattoo on my left arm, and it’s the last two words of a Mary Oliver poem called I Worried. And I would like to close with that poem:

“I worried a lot. Will the garden grow? Will the rivers flow in the right direction? Will the earth turn as it was taught? And if not, how am I going to correct it? Was I right? Was I wrong? Will I be forgiven? Can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing?

Well, even the sparrows can do it, and I am, well, hopeless. Is my eyesight fading, or am I just imagining it? Am I going to get rheumatism or lockjaw or dementia?

And finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And I gave it up, and I took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang and sang and sang.”

Amen.

The Stranger on the Road

Sermon preached by Christy Brown on Sunday, April 19, 2026

Last week, Wesley preached a great message about doubting Thomas, about how our doubt doesn’t mean we don’t have faith, but our doubt is actually a sign of our faith. A sign that we are questioning how to have faith in this imperfect world that has not yet lived up to the world that God designed for us.

And this week we are met with other disciples who are also questioning. They are wondering about the meaning of Jesus in a world that doesn’t make sense to human eyes. Sound familiar?

Today’s scripture from the Gospel of Luke reminds us to be prepared to recognize Jesus in unexpected places. And I identify with this message because sometimes I can get so wrapped up in considering the gospels, and ethics, and analyzing Christianity today, that I lose sight of Jesus’s actual presence in our world.  So, I hope that as we all study Luke’s message, it reaches each of us, and that we take it from this place and remember to keep our eyes open for Jesus’s presence throughout the week ahead. 

Let us pray together:

Loving God, guide us today as we study your scripture. Shine your light within our hearts and open the eyes of our minds and our spirits that we may be ready to know your truth and understand your ways. Amen.

Have you ever been looking everywhere for your keys, or your phone, or your glasses, and you eventually realize that whatever it is you are looking for it’s actually right in front of you? I have been known to put on a pair of sunglasses while I still have another pair sitting on top of my head. And I only notice that I’m wearing two pairs because while I’m putting the second pair on, they bump the first pair of sunglasses.

Today’s scripture strikes me as being a little bit like that. It’s like being so close to something that even though you’re searching for it, you don’t see it. Jesus can be like that. Sometimes we are working so hard to find him that we miss seeing him when he appears in right in front of our noses. 

In fact, so many people are searching to find Jesus in today’s world, that we have over 216 major Christian denominations in the just US and Canada, and over 35,000 independent or nondenominational congregations. That means there are around thirty-two different denominations for every page of the Bible. People are looking for Jesus, but how do we know what he looks like when we have 35,000 different versions?

Today’s gospel reading is the story of people who focused so hard on trying to figure out the meaning behind Jesus’s death that they miss his resurrection. 

Luke chapter 24 tells us it is the third day after Jesus’s crucifixion. The day when Christ is risen. The day his body was not found at the tomb. And two of his followers are walking down the road from Jerusalem to Emmaus. It’s not a short walk. Emmaus is about seven miles from Jerusalem. So, they have plenty of time to talk about what has happened in the past three days and what it all means. 

They know that the tomb was found empty, because the women told them it was empty. In verse 10, Luke says the women who first heard the story of the risen Christ were Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the other women. And these women were the first to see the empty tomb. And not only the tomb, but two men in dazzling clothing also appeared before them and asked, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here but has risen.” 

Obviously, the women were amazed, and they returned to the eleven apostles and shared what they had seen, but the apostles didn’t believe them. The gospel says, “the words seemed to them an idle tale.” But I guess Peter at least questioned if the women might be telling the truth because he got up and ran to the tomb himself and confirmed it. He saw the empty tomb and the linen cloths lying there with no body inside. But the apostles still didn’t understand what it all meant.

So later that day, these two men, these two followers of Jesus are walking along the road to Emmaus, talking about these recent events, as a stranger approaches them. And even though they are consumed by their conversations about Jesus – it’s all they can think about – scripture tells us that their eyes were kept from recognizing Jesus. Even while he was walking right beside them. They are talking about him, but they don’t recognize him.  

We can’t know for sure why scripture says that their eyes “were kept” from recognizing him. Some people interpret this to mean that their eyes were closed by some sort of mystical divine intervention so that they would listen while Jesus explained the scriptures to them and not just be distracted by the fact that he was there, physically in front of them. Others believe that they didn’t recognize Jesus because they knew he was dead and their faith wasn’t strong enough to believe that he could be alive. Despite the women’s testimony that Jesus was risen, and Peter’s confirmation that Jesus’s body was gone, they weren’t ready to believe that Jesus was alive. 

But when I read Luke’s gospel, I tend to think that maybe it was their own preoccupation with Jesus’s story – trying to figure out what had happened that made them unable to recognize Jesus. Maybe they were just so busy thinking. And trying to make sense of Jesus’ ministry. And trying to figure it all out in their heads. That they just missed the real live Jesus, walking down the road. Right beside them. 

I know I struggle with this. Sometimes I don’t see Jesus in the world because I get caught up in hype. And social media adds a new dimension for my distraction because I am constantly interrupted by unimportant things – like AI memes of the Golden GIrls – or sometimes by upsetting things – like the latest political news. And these things seem urgent when often they are just drawing my attention away from real places where I might be able to serve God in the physical world. I am thinking about what’s on the screen, or what’s in my head, or maybe even what’s written in scripture to the point that I forget to look at the actual world around me.

How many times do I miss seeing Jesus because I am too busy looking at other distractions? I don’t know, but it helps me identify with Cleopas.

We don’t really know why Cleopas and the other disciple don’t realize who Jesus is, but when they see a stranger join them on their walk and ask what they are talking about, they look at him like he’s crazy. Cleopas even asks in verse 18, “Are you the only stranger in Jerusalem who does not know the things that have taken place there in these days?” They assume that Jesus must be an outsider because everyone in Jerusalem is aware of what has happened over the weekend. This man, this stranger, must be from somewhere else. He must be unaware of the local news and customs and culture. The Passover, the crucifixion. 

Now, the Greek word for stranger that Cleopas uses to address Jesus is Pah’-roy-kos. It is derived from Para which means alongside and oikos, or home. So, this is someone who is alongside their home. Not at home. It’s a word used to describe someone who is living temporarily in the land, usually without citizenship rights. In America today, Paroikos would probably be the word we would use for an undocumented resident or a migrant worker. Someone without rights who doesn’t fit in our culture and doesn’t understand our customs. Someone that ICE might target. 

So how can we recognize Jesus? We can look for the Paroikos, because Jesus was an outsider – not just walking to Emmaus, but all of his life. 

Just as Jesus was not born into royalty, but into a manger. And just as he did not choose to ride into Jerusalem on a stallion, but on a donkey, when Jesus first appears to his followers after the crucifixion, he does not appear as a rich merchant, or a centurion, or a king. Although he had the ability and authority to be any of those things. Instead, he chooses to show up as a migrant who hasn’t heard the news. 

I don’t know about you, but this makes me think a lot about the headlines in this week’s news.  While Jesus, our risen Lord, appeared to his followers, he did not choose to appear as someone worthy of worship, but as a stranger. When Jesus has the opportunity to show the entire world his glory. To prove his triumph over death, he chooses to come back as someone who isn’t recognized even by his own followers.

In the meantime, this very week in the US we have a leader whose favorite pastime seems to be creating false images with AI to put himself in all sorts of positions of power – as a king, as a fighter pilot, as a Jedi, as the Pope, and this week, even as Jesus himself. 

And although all these AI images are vile, and even sacrilegious, it’s usually easy to spot an AI-generated Jesus. What can be harder to spot are the other false prophets who claim to speak in Jesus’ name yet prophesy about why it is important to start wars to bomb unjust regimes and then use their false war to bomb neighborhoods and hospitals and schools instead. These wars aren’t limited to Epic Fury. These wars are being waged all over the world in the name of God or Allah or Yahweh, or even the god of capitalism. 

So how do we spot Jesus in the world? We have to be able to know the difference between the Jesus who walks with the oppressed and AI generated images of Jesus who supports the empire. 

Liberation theology is the study of the gospel as it reaches to those who have been exploited by empire. It has its roots among the poor and oppressed. Not among the people who are controlling the empires and waging wars, but among the people who are being bombed around the world today while their governments take their sweet time working out a peace plan.  

Liberation theology started in the indigenous communities of central and south America when they were being exploited by colonial capitalist who were tearing down their forests and taking away the land that their families had lived on for generations. It also has roots in the Black church in the US. With people who had been taken from their homeland and stripped of their culture and enslaved for generations. These are the people Jesus chose to identify with when revealed himself, not the rulers, but the oppressed.

And basically what liberation theology boils down to, is this: We have a choice in what we believe the message of Christ is. Did Jesus come to earth and live in a nation that was under the control of the Roman Empire, and die the death of a martyr, so that generations after his death his people could continue to live under the control of an empire and hope for a better life one day in heaven? Or did Jesus come so that all people might have life more abundant here, and now, on earth? Did he just come to give us hope for an afterlife? Or does his message of love thy neighbor, give us the tools to work for a better tomorrow here and now?

Father Bruce Morrill, says the entire Bible can be summarized in two lines. First, “Somebody’s in trouble,” and second, “Repent.” Throughout both the Old or the New Testament, every story starts with someone in trouble. The people of God aren’t the ruling authorities, they are the people who are in trouble. And even when the Israelites have some power, like King David or Joseph, there’s still trouble.

And the second line that Fr. Morrill says summarizes the Bible is simply one word: “Repent.” Repent means to change what you are doing because if somebody’s in trouble, then something needs to change. The Gospel of Mark is consider to be the oldest gospel, so the first words ever written to come from the mouth of Jesus are found in Mark chapter 1, Jesus says “The time has come. The kingdom of God has come near. Repent and believe the good news.”  Somebody’s in trouble, and it’s time to repent. 

I don’t know about you, but I find those words convicting. And I come here to church each week because I believe that the gospel message is not meant simply for heaven. It’s not just about the afterlife, but about creating the kin-dom of heaven here on earth.  

Here at Vine Street, I know I am close to a group of other people who feel the same way. When I sit in Sunday school, or elders meetings, or on the O&A committee, I find myself surrounded by other people who just want to make the world a better place, who care for each other, and who welcome everyone to the table. 

I see it in our members when they march at the capital and write letters and make calls to our legislators reminding them that they have a responsibility to take care of everyone who lives here, not just the wealthy or those who think like they do. Like the slogan for Room in the Inn says, “Love your neighbor, Y’all.” And every true Southerner knows that Y’all means all.

How many opportunities do we have to see Jesus that we aren’t even aware of? How often do we dismiss our chance because it seems too miraculous, too unlikely, or simply because we’re too busy doing other things?

On the road to Emmaus, Cleopas and the other disciple are talking about Jesus, but they don’t see him. They are believers. But the problem isn’t about their belief. They’re so busy talking about Jesus, trying to figure out the theology and what it means, that they miss Jesus in the world. They miss the Jesus that is standing beside them, talking to them, walking with them. 

How often do we spend our time thinking about Jesus, reading our Bibles, and wondering what it all means? 

When we spend time in our own heads, do we miss Jesus standing right in front of us?

Jesus says in Matthew 25 that some of us won’t recognize him when we see him out in the world. At the end of our lives there will be some people who say:

 Lord, when did I see you hungry or thirsty and give you food or drink?  When did I welcome you as a stranger or visit you when you were sick or in prison?’ 40 And he will answer them, ‘Just as you did it to one of the least of these, you did it to me.’

And the good news for Cleopas and the other disciple is that even though they didn’t recognize Jesus when he was walking with them. When they came to the end of their journey, they invited the stranger to come in and stay with them. And when the stranger was in their house, and they were sharing their bread with him, only then were their eyes opened. Jesus took the bread and blessed it, broke it and gave it to them, and when they recognized him, he immediately vanished from their sight. And they realized the importance of all that Jesus had told them on their walk. 

So, when I think about the entirety of this story, I think about what Father Morrill said and how to summarize the Bible: “Somebody’s in trouble, and repent.” These disciples thought Jesus was the one who was in trouble. They didn’t want the stranger to be out on the road at night so they offered him shelter and food. And only then did they realize that Jesus wasn’t the one in trouble at all.

Love Has Overcome

Sermon preached by Rev. Wesley King on Sunday, April 12, 2026

Let me take you to the fall of 2005. Do you remember where you were in 2005? Were you alive in 2005? In the fall of 2005, I’m driving in my little two-door black Saturn SC2. Do you know what that is? That was my first car. And I’m blasting the CD of one of my bands that I was obsessed with at the time, the American bluegrass band Nickel Creek. Anybody remember them? They’re still around, by the way. They had just released their sophomore album, and these are the words that I heard:

"What will be left when I’ve drawn my last breath? Besides the folks I’ve met or the folks who have known me? And will I discover a soul-saving love or just the dirt above and below me? I’m a doubting Thomas. I took a promise but I do not feel safe. Oh, me of little faith."

Chris Thile wrote that song, if you know who that is. The second verse goes on to say, "Sometimes I pray for a slap in the face. Then I beg to be scared or bear—to beg to be spared because I’m a coward. And if there’s a master of death, I bet he’s holding his breath as I show the blind and tell the deaf of his power." I love that line. "I’m a doubting Thomas. I can’t keep my promises because I don’t know what’s safe. Oh, me of little faith."

Let’s pray together.

Holy One, give us the wisdom to hear your words. Give us the wisdom to take them into our hearts and give us the wisdom to act on their truth. For we are listening. We are listening. Amen. Amen.

Now, growing up, I often heard that doubt was a sign that you weren’t right with God. Doubt was a sin. Doubt was a sign that you didn’t try hard enough. You didn’t believe hard enough. You didn’t have a strong enough faith. It was a sign of moral failure. Folks who doubted couldn’t be saved because if you were saved, then you must have believed. So, you couldn’t have had doubt. So there was this fear in even just admitting that you had questions or doubt or you didn’t understand something. That was my experience, at least. Maybe it was yours as well.

I’ve even shared a couple times that after my grandfather passed away, I was sitting with my grandmother and she started asking like, "Why would a loving God let Grandpa suffer? Why would God let Grandpapa suffer so long and why?" And then she gasped. She retreated back into herself and she said, "I’m sorry. I know you’re not supposed to doubt. You’re not supposed to question God." I remember a classmate in college when someone asked if all of this was just a bunch of mumbo jumbo. And she said, "Well, I’d rather believe it and not need it than not believe it and wish that I had."

But even then, as I think back on that, that is belief based out of fear, right? And it’s human nature to have doubts. It’s human nature to question if we want to see it so that we can believe it. God made us these finite beings, these fallible beings. So to expect that we will never sin, that we will never fail, we will never doubt, we will never question is just unrealistic. And yet that is the expectation that so many had placed on ourselves growing up. And so much of that expectation is singular—church placed on the self, right? "You didn’t believe. You doubted it."

I was talking to someone a while back who used to go to church pretty regularly, but amidst the turmoil of life, the rise of Christian nationalism, failings of organized religion, all that’s going on in the world, they said that they just couldn’t step back into church. "I want to get there," they said, "but I’m just not there yet. Can you believe enough for the both of us?"

We’ve been taught that to doubt is a failing of the human experience instead of it being a part of the human experience. We’ve been taught that doubt is a failure of faith instead of it being a part of the faith process. We’ve been taught that doubt is a roadblock to our journey instead of being a part of the journey itself. Yes.

Each week, Pastor Margie and I say something to the effect of, "Whether you are devout or full of doubt, you are welcome here." And we say that because we’re trying to create something new here at Vine Street. We’re trying to help people understand that you don’t belong because you believe. You believe because you belong. I want to say that again. You don’t belong because you believe. You believe because you belong. Meaning, you are welcome here as you are with all that you might bring: your faith, your doubts, your questions, your convictions. And in doing so, our collective faith is made stronger. Why? Because we’re not doing it alone.

Verse 25 says Thomas replied, "Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger in the wounds left by the nails and put my hand into his side, I won’t believe." But here’s something I want you to think about. Thomas was the only one who didn’t see Jesus from the group the first time, right? He was alone in that. Everyone else claimed to see this miraculous event—that this man that they saw murdered had come back to life. Don’t you think that some of them, even after they left that experience, might have said, "What just happened? What did I just see? Did that really just happen? Am I dreaming? Was any of that real?" And then together they were able to recount, to reassure, and reaffirm what they had just witnessed.

But not Thomas. He was alone. And so I get it. I imagine that Thomas looked at his world as this oppressed person, someone living under a tyrannical regime, under the thumb of empire, and he could not see death defeated. I look at my own world. I look out at the world and I see this senseless war that is somehow won and yet not done. I see this tiny, tiny man who’s trying to convince the world that he is big and bad. I see unfilled potholes in our streets and rising gas prices and failing infrastructure. And yet our concern is denying trans folks healthcare. Our concern is denying kids an education for the little maps that we’ve drawn with lines. Right. I can’t fault Thomas because I too sometimes wonder how or where is death defeated.

But the good news, friends, is that even when I am a doubting Thomas myself, I remember that I have this community of goodness in the world here. A community that helps me remember when it’s hard for me to remember on my own that this is not the end and to hold on a little bit longer. A community that helps me remember that Christ is indeed alive in the world through their love and through their actions. They prove it to me. They help me remember that the kingdom of God is nigh—and not in this apocalyptic way, but in the sense that we are bringing heaven to earth. Yes. And that we don’t have to do it alone.

Even after this miraculous interaction that they had with Jesus, the disciples doubted again, right? How could they not? They’re human. In fact, I invite you to go read in Matthew’s gospel, chapter 28:18, where they even had doubts at the ascension. There were some who, yes, believing became easy to them. But for most of them, especially in these post-resurrection stories, it didn’t. And their first response was doubt and fear.

Jesus said, "Thomas, put your finger here and look at my hands. Put your hand into my side. Stop doubting and have faith." Thomas replied, "You are my Lord and my God." And Jesus said, "Thomas, do you believe and have faith because you have seen me? Because the people who have not seen me but still have faith are the ones who are truly blessed."

Commentator Jim Harnish, he shares these words about this story. He says, "My guess is that the early church preserved this story about Thomas not because it was peculiar, but because it was familiar to them. They were not so unlike us in confronting oppression and injustice, racism, corruption, and dishonesty in our world." But don’t miss the words that acknowledge their doubt, too. Because it says, "Although you have not seen him, you love him. And even though you do not see him now, you believe in him." He says that in and through their doubt, they experienced a new birth into the living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ. The resurrection did not remove every doubt. It did not change their challenging circumstances, but it allowed them to find strength and to live boldly in tumultuous times.

By the way, that song ends like this. He sings, "Please forgive me and give me the time to decipher the signs and please forgive me for the time that I’ve wasted. Oh, I’m a doubting Thomas, but I’ll take your promise, though I know nothing’s safe. Oh, me of little faith."

Chris Thile, one of the most renowned mandolin players in the world, if you don’t know who he is—and in this song, he’s acknowledging his doubt. This was a big deal, by the way. This was a band that was presented to the world as a very Christian version of bluegrass. And so, for him to say, "I don’t know what’s going to happen," or for him to say, "I don’t know what I believe sometimes," was huge. But he acknowledges his doubt. He says, "I’ll take your promise anyway, though I know nothing is safe. Nothing’s easy. Nothing’s comfortable. Oh, me of little faith."

Last week, Pastor Margie reminded us that nothing is easy, nothing is safe, nothing is comfortable. She reminded us that the good news means that we can be scared and afraid and we can proclaim good news in the world anyway. We can proclaim joy anyway. We can be scared and we can run quickly with trembling and we can announce that love has the last word. She said that we can be scared and we can still see those resurrection moments in our lives, in our world, in our community.

And when that fear, that trembling, or in this case, when that doubt is the loudest voice in our ears, we want you to know that you have this community of faith ready to walk with you, to hold your hand, to pick you up, and remind you that you don’t have to do this alone. We can believe enough for the both of us for a while until you are ready to step back out into the world and proclaim that death is defeated, that Christ is alive in the world, and Christ has overcome, love has overcome.

So this week, may it be so, but may we make it so, and may we do so together. Amen. Amen.

With Fear and Great Joy

Sermon preached by Rev. Margie Quinn on Sunday, April 5, 2026

Good morning. I invite you—if you hear something that resonates—you can say yes. You can say amen. You can say hallelujah. Because we are not scared of the risen Christ this morning, are we?

So, for those of you who don’t know, Lent—the season of Lent—was originally a season for new converts to prepare for their baptism on Easter. They would engage in studies about the Christian tradition. They would study what was central to Jesus’s life and ministry. They would study what the gospel—the good news—really was.

And if you’ve been here this Lenten season, starting on Ash Wednesday, we’ve been talking about grounding ourselves in the good news of Lent.

Y’all remember that good news: when the host of the banquet found out none of his friends would come and eat with him, he told his servant to find the poor, the crippled, the lame, and the blind, and bring them in—and there was still room. Y’all remember that good news?

Y’all remember the good news when Jesus wanted to keep the party going at the wedding at Cana, and he saved the best wine for last—and there was still more. Y’all remember that good news?

Y’all remember the good news that together, the impossible is possible with God—when we had a couple loaves, a couple fish, and he made it multiply?

Y’all remember the good news rooted in justice and mercy—when Jesus found this woman caught in adultery and said, “You who have not sinned, why don’t you pick up a stone and cast it?” Our God of mercy—that’s good news.

Y’all remember the good news from last week that inspires us to act? When Jesus came into Jerusalem on a donkey—nothing fancy, not a warrior, not on a throne—but on a pile of cloaks his disciples had put down. No red carpet, but palm branches cut from the fields where the people worked, waving, shouting, “Hosanna.” Jesus saying, “The Son of Man came not to be served, but to serve.” Y’all remember that good news?

And now today, church—on Thursday—when the good news washed even Judas’s feet, when the good news was crucified and buried and silenced in a tomb—I am here to proclaim to you that the good news is alive in the world. The good news is alive in the world.

Today we learn that death—even death—cannot stop the good news.

And we learn it in Matthew’s gospel. I like Matthew’s version of this story—it’s shorter. For those of you who read your Bible, if you want to find a shorter one, this is it. It doesn’t go into too much detail for those of you who aren’t very detail-oriented.

But this passage is seismic.

There was an earthquake in those hours when Jesus was crucified. And there is an earthquake in this passage. There is lightning in this passage. There is an angel descending from the heavens like lightning, wearing blinding clothes, white as snow. And the angel comes and rolls the stone away—and sits on top of that stone.

Can you imagine? Can you imagine an angel going, “Hey, how y’all doing?”

And the guards were so scared. So scared at what they saw. So scared at what it might mean that Scripture tells us they shook and fell over like they were dead.

Y’all, if this ain’t some Monty Python kind of scene—they shook and fell over like they were dead.

And we know that Mary, the mother of Jesus, and Mary Magdalene—two of the women who stood and watched as their Savior, their son, was crucified—are the same two women who come to the tomb to see.

And let’s have a little Greek lesson here. That word “to see”—theomai—it’s the same word used when the women were looking and seeing Jesus hanging on the cross. It doesn’t mean some kind of casual looking around. No—“to see” means to observe, to intentionally look.

And I don’t know if they expected to find the risen Savior, but I know they intentionally wanted to observe something. It was not an accident that they came to see.

Women are so good at showing up and bearing witness to pain, are we not?

So they go and see. And we get the earthquake, and we get the angel, and we get the guards—but the women are scared too. The women are scared too as the ground shakes and lightning strikes the sky.

And the angel looks at them and says a phrase—the most repeated phrase that God says in Scripture. Y’all want to guess? Somebody’s got it.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Don’t be afraid.

“I know it’s hard to trust in resurrection and to believe in hope, Mary—but don’t be afraid. I know it’s hard to see that light is on the other side when these seismic shifts come—but don’t be afraid.

“I know that you are looking for Jesus—the Jesus that was crucified. I know you are intentionally trying to observe something. And I am here to tell you—he’s not here. He’s not here. He has been raised. He has been raised.”

Y’all remember at the beginning of the birth story, when an angel comes to the shepherds—this ragtag bunch, this smelly group of guys—and they were scared as heck, and the angel says to them, “Come on—what? Don’t be afraid.”

And you know what they do next? They run with haste.

And in this passage, when the angel says, “Don’t be afraid,” the angel says, “Quickly—go tell the disciples.” And so quickly, Mary and Mary Magdalene set off.

The poet Mary Oliver—I’ve got to quote her today—she says, “The instructions for living a life are: pay attention, be astonished, and tell about it.” Pay attention, be astonished, and tell about it.

And I love this part. So the angel goes on: “Tell the disciples he’s been raised from the dead. He’s going ahead of you. There you will see him.”

Jesus is always a few steps ahead of us. Jesus is always on the loose as we scratch our heads and wonder how we keep up with him.

Nowhere in Scripture does it say, “Worship me,” but everywhere it says, “Follow me. Come on—I’m way up ahead of you. Come find me. Come follow me.”

And then we read that they left the tomb quickly—with fear and great joy.

With fear and great joy.

I went on a backpacking trip with my best friend about 10 years ago. We backpacked in the Pasayten Wilderness in central Washington. We were out there for a few days—we didn’t see anybody out there, y’all.

And as we backpacked, my best friend Eliza became more and more scared that we would see bears. She became frightened that bears were going to come out of the woods and attack us—which I found kind of funny. Like, we’re going to be good. There aren’t any bears out here.

And the second day that we backpacked, the fear had overwhelmed her so much that she bent down and picked up a giant stick from the side of the trail. And she started hiking, holding this giant stick.

I looked at her and said, “What are you doing? You’re ruining the fun.”

And she said, “The way for me to have fun right now is to carry this stick. The way for me to express and experience joy is to take my fear with me.”

With fear and great joy.

And y’all, there have been years where I am not ready for Easter. I want to sit in the damp, dark tomb with Jesus, because the darkness feels more comfortable than the light. I’m not ready for the resurrected Christ—for the flowers to bloom, for the light to come in. I am afraid.

Maybe you are afraid too.

Maybe fear has overtaken you right now in these times. And maybe you showed up here not too sure about a message of hope. And I’m here to remind you—and to remind myself—that the good news means you can be scared, and you can proclaim joy anyway.

I want to say that again: you can be scared and afraid of what’s happening, and you can proclaim joy anyway.

You can be scared and you can run quickly, and you can announce that love has the last word.

You can be scared and you can see—no, you can observe—those resurrection moments happening in your life. Whether they are small, like that flower bursting out of the ground, or whether they are grand and seismic, like an angel coming down like a lightning bolt.

Who here has watched Game of Thrones? I see my friend Mark—yeah, you got me. Bran, at one point in the show, asks his dad, “Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?”

And his dad says, “That’s the only time a man can be brave.”

Why would they be afraid? Why would Mary and Mary Magdalene be so afraid?

Maybe they were afraid because the guards—the ones who shook with fear, the ones who flopped over like they were dead—they’re going to wake up again. And they are going to—what we learn in a couple chapters—try to suppress the good news that Jesus is back, to confront in a nonviolent way the powers that be.

They are scared because Rome never runs out of crosses.

And as Victor Judith Jones says, they are scared because tyrants and empires devote endless energy toward maintaining the power to silence their critics and foes.

There is reason to fear, church. I know you see it.

And resurrection moments are everywhere. Everywhere. If we are willing to go with haste—to sprint quickly and find them—they are everywhere. I am telling you what.

So what’s going to happen in this story? What’s going to happen to this ragtag bunch of resurrection believers who offer testimony in response to state-sanctioned death? What’s going to happen to them?

What’s going to happen when the God who shakes the earth cannot be stopped by armed guards or an official seal?

What’s going to happen?

This story begins with fear and overwhelming joy. And that’s how it continues.

It ends with resurrection, and it ends with the promise of deep hope—not cheap hope.

Cheap hope, church, prances around as blind optimism, failing to acknowledge the cross and what has happened. But deep hope—Christian hope—knows that the shadows are still here in the night and chooses hope anyway. Hopes anyway. Hopes despite it all.

Because we know the end of the story. We know what has the last word. And it is not death, and it is not threat, and it is not violence—but a deep hope and a man who rose against all odds.

So my question for you is: do you count yourselves among this ragtag bunch of resurrection believers? Or have you given up because the powers that be have capitalized on your fear?

Not to be offensive—but I’m looking at a ragtag bunch.

I am looking at a ragtag bunch who forget to set the table wide. Who forget to save the best wine for last. Who forget to wash the feet of people who have betrayed them. Who forget that the impossible is possible with a God who can multiply out of scarcity.

We are ragtag, and we are sometimes getting it wrong.

But I’m looking at a ragtag bunch who woke up this morning, who put on your Sunday best—or your Sunday casual. We don’t care here. And you showed up.

Maybe you were dragged here. Or maybe something brought you here—that deep hope that there still is light streaming through the darkness, that we still flower a cross of death.

When Mary and Mary and the disciples reach Jesus, he meets them and says, “Greetings.”

“You didn’t think I was coming back, did you?”

And you know what they do? They take hold of his feet and they worship him.

And then he looks at them and says the verse that God says the most in Scripture:

“Don’t be afraid.”

Even as I hear those words, I know there are shadows in the night. I know that Rome never runs out of crosses.

But this ragtag pastor will never run out of hope.

I believe the good news is alive in the world. I see it here. I’m asking you to see it with me—like Mary and Mary did—to tiptoe to the tomb and wonder if there is something going on.

So I’m asking you: if you are scared, pick up that stick and follow me—in your fear and in your joy.

Because, church—he is risen. Hallelujah. He is risen indeed.

Amen.

Don’t Be Fancy

Sermon preached by Rev. Margie Quinn on Sunday, March 29, 2026

Good morning. I love all this talk about divinity schools and seminary and all that good stuff, because today my first story is about a younger Margie who had just completed her first year at Duke Divinity. Daniel, you ready?

I had asked if I could be placed in a small town for my first summer in field education placement. I wanted to be in a context that I hadn't ever experienced before, being from a big city and coming from Seattle at that time. And so I was placed in a pretty rural Methodist church in Bryson City, North Carolina. Has anybody ever been to Bryson City? It’s beautiful. It’s a beautiful, beautiful town. The Nantahala Outdoor Center is right there—lots of good rafting.

There’s also this road next to Bryson City called the Tail of the Dragon. The Tail of the Dragon is an 11-mile stretch of road with 318 curves. I didn’t believe it, so I took my 1999 Toyota Camry and drove it that summer—and had to stop and dry heave for quite some time. That is true.

A lot of people come to Bryson City to ride the Tail of the Dragon—motorcyclists, or what I’m going to call bikers. That summer, there was an annual gathering of bikers—a big cookout. And the bikers wanted a pastor to come and bless the bikes. Y’all know where this is going.

So, perched near the Tail of the Dragon under a bunch of pavilions, young Margie in her Chacos was asked to go bless the bikes. I was asked to do that because my supervisor, my pastor, was out of town. He thought it would be a very easy task for me—just go and offer a simple prayer to this group of motorcycle riders.

So I park and show up to the cookout by myself. I have a bunch of hot dogs. I’m eating pie. I’m kind of waiting for my big moment. And I’ve just had a year of theological education, so I’ve thought a lot about what I want this prayer to sound like. I want to sound smart. I wanted to pray about the hermeneutic of an eschatological world and the theodicy of God as an ecstasy reimagined with the soteriology of salvific something, something, something.

Y’all don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t know what I’m talking about.

And I get up there to pray with these 15 guys and their motorcycles. I’m about to lay hands on a bike, and one goes, “Ah, don’t touch that. Don’t touch that bike.” And I looked around and realized, Margie, just pray something simple.

So I don’t even remember what I prayed, y’all, but it did not have the word “soteriology” in it.

In that moment, they just wanted me to bless these bikes and bless this journey. They didn’t want me to get fancy.

I went back to Duke the next year and was reading something by author Glennon Doyle. Many of you know her. In her book she said, “Don’t be fancy. Just help people.” Don’t be fancy. Just help people.

I think Mark 11:1–11—it’s not fancy at all. We know it as the triumphal entry into Jerusalem, but in a lot of ways it’s not that triumphant, is it? And I think it tells us everything we need to know about the one who came in the name of the Lord.

This telling takes “fancy” and turns it on its head. I like Mark’s version best because he directs our focus to what everyone else is doing around Jesus. It’s like what we’ve been talking about during this Lenten season—that all of these background characters in these healings and miracles are actually the ones tasked with performing the gospel.

Jesus says, “Come over here. I’m going to tell you what to do—now go be the hands and feet for me.” And that’s what’s going on in Mark’s account.

Jesus is on his way to Jerusalem. He gathers his disciples at Bethany and draws two of them in. He says, “I want you to go find a donkey—one that’s never been ridden. When you find it, untie it and bring it to me. And if anyone asks why you’re untying it, just say, ‘The Lord needs it.’ And if they look confused, say, ‘He’ll bring it back immediately.’”

So the disciples, without missing a beat, go and find this colt tied out in the street. They start to untie it, and sure enough, bystanders say, “What are you doing?” And they say, “The Lord needs it.” And the bystanders don’t bat an eye. They let them take it.

They bring the donkey to Jesus—Jesus, Lord of Lords; Jesus, Messiah; Jesus, the King. They take cloaks and put them on the back of this donkey for him to ride.

That’s not very fancy, is it?

They bring the donkey, throw their cloaks on it, and as he rides, people come from all over. Scripture says they’re waving palm branches they cut from the fields, shouting, “Hosanna!” which means “Save us.”

Wait a minute—a donkey? What happened to a king on a warhorse? A couple of cloaks? What happened to a throne? Leafy branches from the fields? What happened to a red carpet?

Where is the royal procession fit for a king?

It’s not very fancy at all.

And we know that’s because that’s not the way our King works. His kingship is symbolized by a humble colt. And as he told the disciples before this entry: “The Son of Man came not to be served, but to serve.”

That’s the whole thing.

It’s as if he’s saying, “I’m not in the business of fancy. I’m in the business of sacrifice, humility, and love. And all it takes is a cloak and a branch.”

The good news Jesus shared throughout his ministry—that he lived and preached for 33 years—built trust. So when we look at the disciples, the crowd, even the bystanders, nobody hesitates.

Mark’s gospel moves fast—“immediately” shows up again and again. And we hear it here, too. When Jesus tells people what to do, they do it. He lived among them, not above them, and they trusted him.

They find the donkey. They grab the cloak. They cut the branches. They respond.

Y’all remember that group from October—the Buddhist monks who walked 2,300 miles for peace and compassion? They took nothing with them. Nothing fancy about that.

You remember when Jesus sent out the disciples? “Take nothing—no staff, no bread, no bag, no money, no extra shirt.” Nothing fancy.

The Son of Man, cloaked in humility. Not a royal robe—but the cloak a hemorrhaging woman reached out to touch. “If I could just touch the hem of his garment…”

People in Gennesaret begged to touch his cloak and be healed. It didn’t have gold sewn into it. It didn’t need to.

Nothing fancy.

I don’t think the good news of the gospel wants us to get caught up in sounding smart or getting it perfect. We might miss the chance to pray if we’re too busy finding the right words. We might miss the chance to act if we’re too busy trying to look the part.

We don’t worship that kind of king.

He doesn’t care about our vocabulary, our accolades, our titles, what we’re wearing, how much we have, whether we made the team, got into the school, or hit our sales goals. He cares whether we will act—and not in a way that gets in the way of the gospel.

He says, “Move. Get out of the way. Do what I say. It’s easy. Don’t be fancy. Just help people.”

That’s it.

It reminds me of those Southern mothers who say, “You don’t need all that.” We don’t. We don’t need all that to go out and help someone.

So my question for you—and for me—is: What will the good news inspire you to do?

Because the irony of this story is that the same people shouting “Hosanna” will soon shout “Crucify him.” We have to decide which voice we’ll amplify.

In one of his last public acts, Jesus shows us what matters most:
Show up.
Look around.
Respond immediately.
Help.

So I don’t care about your theodicy or your eschatological soteriology, church—and I don’t think Jesus does either.

He just says, “Don’t be fancy. Just help people.”

Amen.

Mercy Over Judment

Sermon preached by Rev. Wesley King on Sunday, March 22, 2026

As we prepare for this sermon, would you please pray with me?

Holy One, when you speak, we don’t want to miss it—
when you bend down and write in the dirt,
when you move through the trees,
when you wake with the dawn,
when you tug on our hearts and whisper into our dreams.
We don’t want to miss it.

So today we pray:
clear out the cobwebs in our ears,
quiet the steady stream of thoughts that march through our minds,
and open up space in our hearts so that we can receive your word
and what it has for us today.

With hope we pray. Amen.

Recently, I wrote an op-ed that appeared in The Tennessean newspaper. The Tennessean has been very kind to publish some of my ramblings. This piece was about how we all choose which scripture verses to live by—and how that’s actually a good thing. It’s called discernment. It’s called discipleship.

In this op-ed, I gave a couple of examples of two posts I saw on Facebook regarding the U.S.’s recent bombing of Iran. One post critiqued the war from a pacifist perspective. They said that the Ten Commandments instruct us not to kill, not to murder, and they called for soldiers to refuse unjust orders.

The other post was a rebuttal, saying that we are instructed to obey authority, according to Paul’s letter to the Romans, chapter 13.

As I mentioned in the piece, both of these are biblical arguments. But what they highlight is more about the interpreter’s agenda than about the scriptures themselves.

You see, the Bible is complex. It was written and compiled by many authors over roughly 1,200 years. Of course this vast library contains contradictions and discrepancies. The Bible is not a magic eight ball. You can’t open it to a random page, point your finger, and live by whatever that verse says. That’s not how it works.

Regarding the verses above, one of the most obvious of the Ten Commandments is “You shall not kill.” However, there are other verses—such as Leviticus 24:17—that seem to permit killing in certain cases: “Whoever takes a human life shall surely be put to death.”

Similarly, regarding submission to authority, Romans 13 instructs the early church to be subject to governing authorities. Yet the prophet Isaiah says, “Woe to those who make unjust laws.”

And as I’ve mentioned before, Romans 13 has been used throughout history to justify slavery, Jim Crow laws, and segregation.

So which is it?

As we move toward Holy Week, we acknowledge that Jesus’ ministry increasingly put him at odds with religious leaders—those who prioritized legality and saw Jesus as a threat.

Our passage today tells us that while Jesus was teaching in the temple, scribes and Pharisees interrupted him. They brought a woman allegedly caught in adultery and put both her and Jesus on trial. They cited Mosaic law and placed her fate in Jesus’ hands.

But instead of focusing on punishment, Jesus flips the script, as he often does. He invites them to consider their own sin.

He knows what the scripture says—but he asks:
“What is the most just, merciful, and faithful interpretation of this text?”

It’s important to note the hypocrisy of the law itself. The law of adultery largely applied only to women. Men could have multiple wives and concubines. A man would only be tried if he defiled another man’s “property.”

The woman’s male counterpart is absent. Her accusers—her jury—are people who would not have been breaking this law themselves, yet they get to decide her fate.

We’re given no details. Was she assaulted? Threatened? Or simply bait for Jesus?

Jesus’ teachings were grounded in scripture, but his actions interpreted the law through love, compassion, and mercy.

The Reverend Lizzie McManus-Dail writes:
“The inconvenience of mercy is that it is hardly ever merited.”

And yet Jesus speaks of mercy constantly. He tells his disciples to forgive seventy-seven times. He calls the merciful blessed. Even on the cross, he says, “Father, forgive them.”

Reverend Lizzie continues:
“In John 8:2–11, Jesus embodies mercy with a woman who may have received none in her life. She may not deserve it—and yet he offers it anyway.”

Because mercy—unmerited, impractical, and full of hope—is the mark of a true follower of Christ.

Verse 6 says they were using this moment as a trap. But what does Jesus do? He bends down and writes in the dust.

What was he doing?

Was he writing a message to the woman? Listing sins? Reciting the law? Buying time?

Instead of reacting, he pauses.

Then in verse 7, he says:
“Let anyone among you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.”

Then he bends down again.

One by one, they leave—beginning with the oldest—until only Jesus and the woman remain.

He asks, “Has no one condemned you?”
She replies, “No one, sir.”
“Then neither do I condemn you. Go and leave your life of sin.”

Jesus does not abolish the law—he reinterprets it through mercy.

The scribes focus on legalism. Jesus focuses on transformation—for the woman and for everyone present.

Some say the issue here is Jewish law, but that misses the point. Jesus was Jewish. This is not Christian versus Jewish—it is legality versus love.

In Matthew, Jesus says:
“You have neglected the more important matters of the law: justice, mercy, and faithfulness.”

How we interpret scripture says more about us than about the text itself.

And the Bible has been used to harm.

So I ask: What will our message be? What is our agenda?

This week, our state legislature considered bills to mandate the Ten Commandments in classrooms, require Bible reading, and track students’ immigration status.

So what good is it to look like a Christian state if we don’t act like one?
What good is Christian decor without Christian decency?

We have neglected the weightier matters: justice, mercy, compassion.

On Ash Wednesday, Reverend Margie reminded us that Lent is a season of preparation, reflection, and transformation.

As new members join this church and others prepare for baptism, we are reminded that we follow Jesus because of the good news.

And that good news must be for everyone.

It must be rooted in justice, mercy, and faithfulness—because that is what Jesus calls the most important.

Reverend Lizzie writes:
“Receiving and extending mercy—even in the most unlikely places—is how I know God is still at work.”

Mercy reminds us there is more than what hurts us.

God’s justice is not retributive—it is restorative. It is the joy of the lost being found.

That is why Jesus says, “Go and live.”

The good news is rooted in justice and mercy—but it is not automatic. We must make it so.

That is why we don’t just say “may it be so.” We say, “we make it so.”

We are the ones who create a more just, compassionate, merciful world.

So what is our message going to be?
What is our agenda?

This church has a legacy of love, mercy, and faithfulness—but we cannot rest on that legacy.

We must live it forward.

Amen.

So let us go into the world—this week and beyond this Lenten season—choosing love over hate, peace over violence, compassion over condemnation, and mercy over judgment.

Because this is the good news.

Amen. Amen.

May we make it so.