Good Thursday morning.  Trust you are off to a good week.

REview – I’ve attached Sunday’s sermon, On Being Yoked and Burdened 5 July 2020 (pdf).  I am always happy to hear from you with questions, suggestions and differing interpretations if you are moved to contact me.  I’m honored that you would not only tune in to our online worship services on Sundays, followed by Coffee Hour, but would follow up with reading the manuscript from which I speak.  Often our readers comment on how the lectionary selections each Sunday match up well with what is going on in the world at any given moment.

PREview – The readings for Sunday include Genesis 25:19-34 and 32:22-31; Psalm 119:105-112 and Matthew 13:1-9, 18-23.  I hope you’ll have a chance to read and ponder these before Sunday.  In the sermon, I’ll be working from the Genesis passages.

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In the meantime, here’s a probing (and disturbing!) reflection by Steve Garnaas-Holmes on one of the verses in Sunday’s Genesis reading: Esau said (to Jacob), “I am about to die; of what use is a birthright to me?” Genesis 25.32

“How quickly we condemn Esau for not playing the game of privilege and status, for not pretending there was some supremacy
of one brother over another.  How easy for us who have inherited a stolen advantage to fault him for trying to survive—at the cost of the lie.  How smoothly we avoid noticing how our own ancestor takes advantage of his brother’s need, demeans his life, and lives the rest of his own with a claim to superiority worth no more than a bowl of soup.

How often do I make someone sacrifice their dignity and identity just to survive my greed?
How often do I profit from my imagined birthright, set apart from my darker sibling by a bowl of extorted stew?

It must be really good soup, huh?
Am I proud of it? Do I know the recipe?
Am I willing to give it away yet?”