Last month, Christofolx—our young adult ministry—came to my home on a Sunday afternoon for an Episcopalian summer party. We grilled, swam in the pool, and at 5 p.m., we gathered in my living room for a worship service.


Gabby, who is 5, wanted to watch a video rather than join the worship service. The closest room to the living room is my bedroom. She and Dursey (my dog) hung out together in that room. 


After the service, Gabby asked if she could go explore. Off she went, looking in the bathroom and then my closet. When she came back, she made a serious pronouncement: that closet is very organized.


In today’s reading from Romans, Paul lays out a path for following Jesus. The way we live and move and have our being should be different than the rest of the world.


“Let us live honorably”, he says.  In case we don’t know what honorable living looks like, Paul gives examples of the things we should avoid. Every item on his list is something that yields a temporary feel-good. They are behaviors that numb us to the pain and suffering of those around us. 

Drunkenness, quarreling, jealousy, and all the others get in the way of being able to love God and our neighbor.


I was dazzled by Gabby’s observation.


When I moved into the house a couple of years ago, a lot of friends came by to see what the house was like. Many of my friends noticed that the closet was unusually large. It is the only room in the house without any windows. The builder made the room large for a family to be together when tornado sirens are blaring. Some friends commented on the unusual number of black shirts. Some people talked about shoes or the backpacks and hiking gear.


Gabby didn’t mention even one thing about the stuff she saw. She looked beyond all those cosmetic, material things and saw something about who I am. 


Paul is inviting us to be more like Gabby. At five years old, her lens isn’t tarnished by the material values of the world. 


To love our neighbors, we have to “see” them:

         --as people created by God,

         --as people who have holy gifts planted within them,

         --as people who are loved by God.


Last Sunday, a young man named Aman was outside the church asking for our help. He was dehydrated. As I talked with him, I noticed that Aman is articulate and respectful. He didn’t want to “make a scene” at the church. I asked him how long he’d been living on the streets. 2-1/2 years.  He may be in his early 20s or so and he has spent 10 percent of his life living on the streets of Fort Worth. 


All around us, there are people who are alone and suffering in broad daylight. Most days, we walk past them without pausing to wonder if God has made our paths cross so that we could do more than just walk on by.


Paul invites us to put on the armor of light. This is not like Harry Potter’s cloak of invisibility. It is a cloak of visibility. We are not hidden from the world—but rather living lights that point toward Hope and Love. The cloak of visibility gives us eyes like Gabby’s -- eyes that see beyond the stuff of this world into the soul of God’s people.


May we be intentional about putting on an armor of light and bearing witness to God’s love in this world.


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Once when a certain preacher launched into a children’s sermon, she was confronted by a visiting child, an eight-year-old friend of a regular member. The boy was new to this church but was a regular attendee at another congregation that did not have children’s sermons. Nevertheless, the visitor tried his best to follow the line of the preacher’s effort to connect with the children. Attempting to hook the children with something familiar before making her point, the priest asked the children to identify what she would describe. “What is fuzzy and has a long tail?” No response. “What has big teeth and climbs in trees?” Still no response. After she asked, “What jumps around a lot and gathers nuts and hides them?” the visiting boy could stand the silence no longer. He blurted out, “Look, lady, I know the answer is supposed to be ‘Jesus,’ but it sure sounds like a squirrel to me.” Today’s Gospel reveals to us St. Thomas – who was put in a situation similar to that of the boy at the children’s sermon. Thomas was the one who had not seen the risen Jesus when he first appeared to the disciples. The others told him they had seen the Lord, but he was skeptical. He doubted. Still, Thomas must have wanted to fit in. He might have said, “Look, friends, I know the answer is supposed to be that I acknowledge that you saw Jesus, but it sure sounds like a ghost to me.” Aren't we all a little like Thomas? Thank God for that! Because, as Elton Trueblood once said, “a faith that is never questioned isn't worth having.” Thomas remained with the others until his doubts and uncertainties were transformed into a dynamic faith. Doubt is a universal human experience. We have all felt the pain, the harassment, and the threat of it. Doubt comes in different depths. The deepest form denies that we can believe anything at all. The other extreme is the mind of the dogmatic that sails along with unquestioning confidence on a sea of tranquil certitude. While there is a certain appeal in dogmatic tranquility, there is also the danger that we might overlook the possibility of error in our most familiar beliefs. As much as we might like to think of eliminating any trace of doubt in our life, the truth is that it would be undesirable, even if it were possible. When someone tells me that he has never had a moment of probing religious doubt, I find myself wondering whether that person has ever known a moment of vital religious conviction. For if one fact stands out above all others in the history of religion, it is this: the price of a great faith is a great and continuous struggle to get it, to keep it, and to share it. Faith is a fight as well as a peace. I find myself thinking of my task as a Pastor and Teacher in the way described by Paul Tillich, when he said, “Sometimes I think my mission is to bring faith to the faithless and doubt to the faithful.” Tuesday of this week is the annual remembrance of the Holocaust, Yom Hashoah. As we recall that tragic chapter in human history, we are painfully reminded of Adolf Hitler. Hitler was an atheist. We usually think of atheism as ultimate doubt. But when you think of it as a religion, you can see how helpful it would be to have a system of doubt to correct it. Hitler had no religion to cast doubts on his approach to life. But there are other problems besides Hitler's form of atheism. There is, for example, practical atheism. Practical atheists believe in God. He just doesn't have anything to do with their lives. Martin Luther once wrote, “There is the person who has never doubted that God is, but who lives as though God were not; and there is the person who doubts whether God is, or even denies that God is, but lives as though God were. In the latter, the grace of God is at work.” Look at the lives of the saints. According to holy legend, doubt appears as a temptation which increases in power with the increase of saintliness. In those who rest on their unshakable faith, pharisaism, fundamentalism, and fanaticism are the unmistakable symptoms of doubt which has been repressed. Doubt is overcome not by repression but by courage. Courage does not deny that there is doubt, but it takes the doubt into itself as an expression of its own finitude and affirms the content of an ultimate concern – a concern that impacts our lives and how we relate to the world around us and the people in it. Courage does not need the safety of unquestionable conviction. It includes the risk without which no creative life is possible. The Christian faith is stronger than our doubts. It is like the Chinese proverb, which says, “Chinese sails, though full of holes, still work.” Suppose a half dozen of us were seated around the walls of a darkened room. We are told that somewhere in the open, middle space, there is a chair. It is not just any chair; it is an antique, the creation of a noted designer, worth several thousand dollars. Which of us will find that chair? Certainly not those who sit still and philosophize about where the chair might be placed, about its existence, or about its value. No, the chair can be found only by those who have the courage to get up and risk stumbling around in the dark, using whatever powers of reason and sensation we might have until the chair is discovered. Or in our relationships with those we love. I have faith that my wife loves me. I feel her kindness, her caring, her loving touch - all these I interpret to mean that she loves me. Not every moment of our relationship has been perfectly romantic. We went to high school together and during that time I thought she hated me. I was wrong; she was just shy. But I came to see that her acts of love are such that, while I cannot claim absolute certainty now or about the future, I have a deep faith in her love for me. We cannot ever “know” or “verify” the experience of love with the same probability as sunrise or a lab experiment, but we have faith that love is real, is what we know to be the case, is the explanation which correctly interprets certain “scientific” experience. Those who are familiar with the scientific method know that the point is not to set out to prove a theory but to attempt to disprove it. Doubt is an essential element in the advancement of science, in the pursuit of truth, and in critical thinking. As far as we know, human beings are the only creatures on the planet, perhaps in the cosmos, endowed with the privilege and responsibility to exercise reason. Once a young man said to the philosopher, Blaise Pascal, “Oh that I had your creed, then I would live your life.” Pascal replied, “let me tell you something, young man. If you will live my life, it will not be many days until you have my creed.” In other words, Pascal is saying it is easier to act your way into belief than the other way around. And when we see Thomas after the resurrection, we follow the trajectory of his faith from confusion to confession. The risen Christ, at last, confronted him in the presence of the others and together they dealt with his doubt until it gave way to affirmation. He does that for us, too. 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