Revelation 22:12-14, 16-17, 20-21
‘See, I am coming soon; my reward is with me, to repay according to everyone’s work. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.’
Blessed are those who wash their robes, so that they will have the right to the tree of life and may enter the city by the gates.
‘It is I, Jesus, who sent my angel to you with this testimony for the churches. I am the root and the descendant of David, the bright morning star.’
The Spirit and the bride say, ‘Come.’
And let everyone who hears say, ‘Come.’
And let everyone who is thirsty come.
Let anyone who wishes take the water of life as a gift.
The one who testifies to these things says, ‘Surely I am coming soon.’
Amen. Come, Lord Jesus!
The grace of the Lord Jesus be with all the saints. Amen.
Last Sunday of Easter. Last sermon on Revelation. Last recap. Here we go. It's a letter written from John to seven churches he knew. Not our mail. It contains his account of an Apocalyptic vision he had meant to give those churches some hope in a hopeless time. AND… You'll never believe this, but last night it was my turn! I was visited by seven spirits who gave me Scotch, chocolate (that in hindsight wasn’t JUST chocolate) and a pepperoni pizza and then put me to bed. Needless to say after eating all that I had some WILD visions. So, like John did, I wrote you all a letter.
Erik, to the Church of What’s Happening Now that is in South County: Grace to you and peace from the one who is and who was and who is to come… WHAT the actual WHAT? Last night I saw Jesus talking to our church’s patron saint St. Michael the Archangel. Who knew? Jesus was asking Michael to let you all know he sees the abundant welcome you have provided to all people… rainbow chairs, Sheffield Pride, the Appalachian Trail, Hot Dogs, concern and fundraisers for the immigrant, the hungry, the homeless. He sees and loves your sense of humor; the way you take your Corners of Kindness seriously but yourselves… not so much. Then Jesus said, I have just one thing against them. They sometimes shy away from making a leadership commitment, stepping up to the plate, putting their name on the “leader line” on a signup sheet. Jesus told Michael he knows that life is A LOT right now. Jesus sees how the cruelty, meanness, and the chaos of the world gives you pause to commit and how it wears on you BUT, Jesus told Michael, tell the folks to buck up, bear it TOGETHER, and jump in anyway. Remind them that 91.36% of success in life is just showing up. Woody Allen was off on that... and a few other things. Remind them that the storm will run out of rain (Maya Angelou was 100% right on that one) and remind them that it will be TOGETHER that they will arrive at the day they will eat from the tree of life and drink from the river of life.
(Crazy? right? But hang on… then the pepperoni kicked in!) Jesus then got up onto a judges bench and went “flippin’ tables crazy” on the evils he saw happening in “Babylon” which to me looked more “local” than Babylon but was I going to question Jesus while he was “flippin’ tables crazy”? No I was not! Jesus showed me the ones doing great evils, and in my wild Scotch and pepperoni fueled visions they looked to me like a gaggle of the strangest creatures. There was one that was dirigible shaped who spoke words that fell from it’s mouth into a bowl like a tossed salad. He had the number 8647. Don’t know what that means. There was a zombie with a worm eaten brain who thought Riboflavin was bad for you when its just Vitamin B2 and an army of mindless walking tree stumps all wearing red helmets. There were women with lips the size of bananas, and from their banana lips flowed a vile stream of bile colored, foul smelling liquid. (I’m telling you… I’m too old to eat a pizza and go straight to bed!)
Then Jesus reached beneath his judge’s bench and pulled out a small tin can, which grew and grew and grew until it was the size of an ocean going container ship. Then I saw his judge’s gavel transform into a can opener and Jesus opened this can labeled WOOBAAZ (Aramaic maybe?) and then he totally went off on the evils of some having obscene amounts of wealth while others go without food and clean water, healthcare or education. I could see what looked like fire racing out from the depths of this can as Jesus lost his ever loving mind because God’s gift of human intelligence had been given over to the idolatrous worship of rank stupidity. Smoke from his ears blended with smoke from the can as he fumed over the self inflicted wounds of a nation that disproportionately hurt the poor. Then I saw Jesus rail against taking healthcare away from the poor and the elderly. I saw fire fly from his fingers with each pound of his gavel. With each stroke of his justice-hammer sparks flew as he berated the people who treated stranger, the immigrant and the migrant so poorly. Each tirade that flowed from the can or the gavel was announced by blowing trumpets and banging gongs, smoke and fire. (It was a very loud dream.)
But then the vision changed. (Maybe the “chocolate” took over?) But it felt as if someone was gently turning my head from the flames and open can in a new direction and there in the distance I saw God’s Holy City. A place where all of creation has enough… Enough food, water, security, purpose, healing, joy, and belonging. Then out of the city flowed an overwhelming heavenly cavalry. Seven mighty regiments mounted on unicorns of every color. The first was led by Bruce Springsteen. The second by Taylor Swift. The third by Ru Paul and the fourth by Billy Jean King. The fifth mounted regiment was led by Heather Cox Richardson and the sixth by Pete Buttigieg. The last holy regiment was led by Kermit the Frog. I know, unexpected, right? But these holy regiments rallied the world and scattered the storm clouds until the sun shone and the monsters fled from the light.
Then I woke up. Well, I thought I woke up but Jesus was sitting right there on the side of my bed so I wasn’t quite sure. But either way Jesus said to me, let your folks know I love them. Let them know it will all be alright. Let them know that kindness and compassion, love, and radical inclusion work like a river works on a canyon… you just keep them flowing and going and over time it digs really, really deep. Let them know how important it is for them to COME here… to come and show up for each other each week. COME and be nourished with bread and wine; ritual and community. COME when their give-a-shit buckets run dry and get them filled again. (Jesus’ words, not mine) Tell them to COME when their bucket is full and share their abundance with others. Then he said, “Surely, I am coming soon” and I said, “Jesus, my name’s not Shirley” and Jesus groaned and I told him I couldn't help it, but seriously… Amen, Come Lord Jesus.