On Eating God’s Word: Or, How to Teach Children to Receive God’s Gifts in Church

“O taste and see how gracious the Lord is; blessed is the man that trusteth in Him.” Psalm 34:8

In a recent conversation with some parents, I had opportunity to talk about the challenges of children in church.

Make no mistake about it, it is a challenge. Going to the Divine Service is the only time in a child’s life when they are expected to be quiet, pay attention to things they don’t understand, sing, and above all sit still. What kind of crazy place is this? It’s a recipe for disaster, that’s what it is. If this is true for children whose family goes to church every day, how much more of a battle does this become when the family does not have this pattern of going to church? Or if the family is new to church?

This is why we as parents tend toward one of two solutions to the challenge:

  1. The first solution is behavior modification. If we can teach children to obey, then all of our problems will be solved. The problem with this model is that it is all Law, and it teaches that coming into the Divine Service and God’s house is basically about learning what to do.

  2. The second solution is church modification. If we can let our children be entertained, then they will become passive, and we will be able to do what we want (listen to the sermon, get coffee, whatever it might be).

After some thinking on this, I believe that the problem is we are thinking about going to church in the wrong way. Church isn’t about going to learn obedience or to be entertained. Church is about learning how to eat and be fed with God’s Word.

Think of it like this. When a child is born, it begins on its mother’s milk. You wouldn’t give a steak to an infant. It would choke them. You begin with milk, and slowly but surely, work them up to solid food. Frankly, that process is pretty messy along the way. But because you love them, you continue to feed them with what they are able to receive, moving them toward solid food, so that they may grow into what God has made them to be.

Let’s then take this with the Divine Service. A child cannot take all of this in at once. It is too much. It is steak when they are at milk. Some children can sit by and watch others eat the whole meal. Some want to start, uh, throwing the food. Each child will be different. As fathers and mothers, it is our job to teach them how to eat the food, that is, receive the gifts of God in the divine service. But the pace and way in which each child can receive this will vary. And that’s okay. It is how God has made us. We can either rejoice in it, or try to fight it to our own harm.

So let’s get down to the point, parents. If you are having a child that is having a hard time sitting through church, being fed, and they are “throwing the food” rather than eating it, here’s what I suggest. Don’t think of church as one big steak, but as 20 little bites of God’s Word.

Here’s what I mean. Our Divine Service is remarkably ordered and divided into bite sized pieces. Rather than try to eat it all at once, go into the service with a plan of what you are going to feed your child that morning. Come in and out of church as you need to. You are the parent and know what is best for your child. But if you decide you are going to stay in through the Gloria and then leave for 10 minutes, then they have been fed, and you have been fed. By waiting until they are crying and you are frustrated and angry, it has become a painful experience for both of you.

So as your pastor, I give you permission to go in and out as you need to. No one will mind, I promise. If they do, they can talk to me. Look at the service ahead of time and come up with a plan for when you will come and go. This leaves you in charge (not them), and it allows you to leave the divine service knowing that God is at work with you to teach your children how to receive (eat) God’s gifts.

And above all, remember that this is more like one big Thanksgiving meal, rather than 100 little fast food bags. We are in this together, pray for one another, and all want to receive God’s gifts together in Him.

God bless you all. I remain

Yours in Christ,
Pastor Peperkorn

Compassion (Trinity 16, 2012)

Trinity 16
September 23, 2012
Rev. Todd A. Peperkorn
Holy Cross Lutheran Church
Rocklin, California

The Widow of Nain’s Son (Luke 7)

Grace to you and peace from God our Father and The Lord, Jesus Christ. Our text for today is the Gospel just read from St. Luke chapter seven.

Her only-begotten Son. Dead. Her husband is dead. There are no other relatives in sight. She isn’t even given a name in our text. She is just “a widow”. She has no place, no one to care for her, no family, no future. All she has is the unclean body of her only-begotten son. This funeral procession for her might as well be her funeral procession as well.

What is she feeling? Fear, uncertainty, and above all, dread for what will happen. Her only-begotten son was her only future. The rest left her in the past, in the dust. And so she is vulnerable, unsure of what chaos will come upon her after this funeral procession meets its end outside the city gates.

We all have experienced that chaos at different times. Death, a move, grief over a lost job, a bitter divorce that has left you gasping for breath. This chaos makes us uncertain of our place, unsure of why we’re here and where we fit into the whole scheme of things.

I can remember that walk, the procession to the grave. I remember it when my mother died seven years ago. The numbness, the fear, the uncertainty. My guess is that many of you know that gut-wrenching movement.

So here she is, and low and behold, there is more chaos on the way. Or so it seems. The procession of death meets head-on with another procession. This procession, unbeknownst to her, this procession is headed by The Lord of Life, who orders all things by the Word of His mouth. It looks like chaos, a traffic nightmare gone awry, but when she hears the words of our Lord, everything changes.

Jesus draws near to the gate, and behold, there is this procession of death. In an instant He takes it all in: the widow, the son, the crowd, the fear and chaos. He sees all of this and then our text has one of those great, richest of all possible Gospel words. He has compassion on her. Literally, it means that his heart or gut aches for her. He sees this insanity of her life, all of the fear and worry and anxiety and uncertainty, He sees it all, and He is moved to help her.

God, you see, is always moving. He is never satisfied to sit back and watch us from afar. He sees the chaos, the insanity and fear of our lives, He sees all of it, and He is constantly moved to compassion. For you, for you, all for you.

So Jesus says to this woman, “Do not weep.” Really it’s more like “Don’t weep anymore.” At first glance, this sounds rather mean. Don’t weep, she might say. My only son is dead and I might as well be dead with him! Why do you say to me don’t weep. Please.

But then Jesus does something even more crazy. He touches the funeral bier. This bier was kind of like a big stretcher, where the body is held up on the shoulders by several men. Jesus touches the bier and everyone stands still.

For us, we don’t quite get this. We might look at touching a dead thing as kind of gross, but not that it would have anything to do with anything else. You’d wash your hands afterward, that’s probably it. In Jesus’ day, however, to touch something that was dead made you unclean. It means you couldn’t enter into the Temple for seven days. These men were actually making a sacrifice by carrying the widow’s only son to his grave.

And yet, here comes Jesus walking up and touching this bier like He owns the place! But our Lord has that way about Him sometimes, doesn’t He. He can walk into the messiest chaos of our lives and bring peace. There is no trouble too great for Him. There is no mess too, well, messy for Him. Even our sin and shame. Even death itself. He comes right up to it and He is not afraid. He wasn’t afraid then, and He isn’t afraid for you either. In He comes to your life, messiness and all.

Then Jesus says these words to the dead one, “Young man, I say to you, arise!” He doesn’t say, “Get up when you have enough faith.” He doesn’t say, “After you’ve cleaned up your life, get up and we’ll make a plan for your best life now.” Jesus’ word brings what He commands. And His gracious command here is very simple, live

“Get up!” He says. His gracious Word brings with it life, and healing, forgiveness, salvation, and cleansing. All in a word and the touch of our Lord.

Do you hear it? The closer this procession of life came to the woman and her son, the crazier it looked. But the crazy had to get closer so that she could hear the Word of Jesus, the word of life and hope for a fallen and messed up world.

It is in these times of chaos in our lives that God is at work for you. When things are darkest, when the insanity and uncertainty and the messedupedness is at its very peak, so that you can’t seem to take any more, THAT is the time to hush your mouth and open your ears. For God is coming to you, lowly and gently, with His Word of life and forgiveness. Take, eat, take drink. I forgive you. Our Lord enters into you with His very body and blood, cleansing you and giving you life.

Jesus gave the son back to his mother. God restores what is broken, binds up what is wounded, and gives healing and hope to all of us. For we are all widows in a way. We are all lost without the gentle touch and word from our Lord. And you are now restored into fellowship with Him, where life and healing and hope are all wrapped up in Him with angels and archangels and all the company of heaven. The procession is here. It is the procession of death to life. And you are in this heavenly journey. So come, join in with widows and orphans and sinners all. Come and be at peace, for Christ our Lord has touched your grave in Holy Baptism, and calls to you even now. Come, and live. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

And now the peace of God, which passes all understanding, keep your hearts and minds in true faith to life everlasting. Amen.

The Good Samaritan (Trinity 13, 2012)

Todd A. Peperkorn, STM

Holy Cross Lutheran Church

Trinity 13 (September 2, 2012)

Luke 10:23-37 – The Good Samaritan

TITLE: “The Good Samaritan”

Grace to you and peace from God our Father and from the Lord Jesus. Amen. Our text for this morning is from Luke 10, with focus on the words, Blessed are the eyes which see the things you see; for I tell you that many prophets and kings have desired to see what you see, and have not seen it, and to hear what you hear, and have not heard it.

Sometimes it is hard to recognize the blessings of the Christian faith and union with Christ in the Lord’s Supper. Jesus points this out to His disciples when he said blessed are the eyes which see the things you see. People the world over long for what we have by faith in Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of sins. But sometimes the greatest gifts may be right in front of us, and we ignore them.

This is what Jesus is talking about in the parable of the Good Samaritan. A rich lawyer comes to Jesus and asks Him a great Law question: Teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life? What do I have to do to get to heaven? At first glance, I suppose that this seems like a pretty good question, but let’s look at it a little closer.

Teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life? Christ our Lord has an eternity of blessings to give, and this man wants to do something to inherit eternal life. He couldn’t recognize the gift of God’s grace right in front of Him in the person of Jesus Christ. He was much happier to fight, to work, to struggle, to do whatever he felt he could do in order to get the prize.

But this, my friends, is the way of the world from Adam and Eve. The world cannot accept the grace and mercy of God. It cannot believe that God just gives His mercy and love freely, without compulsion. It couldn’t bear it, and so seeks to come up with another way, another method of gaining heaven. Works, energy, effort, the harder your pray, the more acts of charity you do, the more stuff you do, well, that must be a sign of God’s favor.

So Jesus asks the man another question, What is written in the law? What is your reading of it? Jesus is asking the man what he recites every day as a faithful Jew. And so this man, in good fashion, responds with the summary of the Law, You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, and with all your mind, and your neighbor as yourself.

Jesus, though, responds with the Law and says, do this and you will live. But this lawyer is not satisfied with Jesus answer, and because the man wants to justify himself, he wants to make himself right with God, he asks Jesus a question, And who is my neighbor? He is thinking in the way of the Law. The way of the Law asks, what is the least amount that I can do and still get into heaven? That’s how we work, too, isn’t it? How many times must I go to church in order to fulfill my duty? Once a week? Once a month? Once a year? But that question betrays the fact that we don’t understand the Gospel. We think like this young lawyer, and we aren’t interested in what God has done for me. We only want to know what I have to do.

So to demonstrate how helpless we all are under sin Jesus tells the story of the Good Samaritan. A certain man went from Jerusalem down to Jericho and fell among thieves. He is stripped, beaten and left for dead. A priest sees him and goes on the other side, and so does a Levite, another keeper of the Law. The impression you get from the text is that these so-called pious men had more important things to do. The priest had to do his duty in the Temple, the Levite had to keep up with his duties for God as well. They didn’t have time for this man who fell on hard times.

But another man came along the road. He was a Samaritan, a outsider and not a part of the chosen people. But he saw this man left for dead and had compassion on him. This Samaritan, this outcast then helps the man, binds up his wounds, pours oil and wine on them, sets him on his own animal, and took him to an inn to care for him. Then this Samaritan says to the innkeeper, Take care of him; and whatever more you spend, when I come again, I will repay you.

In other words, whatever it takes. Whatever it takes to make this man well. Whatever the cost, it doesn’t matter. I’ll pay the cost. I have bound up his wounds, I have given him healing oil and wine, I have put him on my own animal, my own flesh, as it were. There is no cost too great. I will pay it.

So where are you in the story? We all want to see ourselves as the Good Samaritan, but in fact, in this parable you are the man set upon by thieves. You are helpless, naked, wounded, penniless and left for dead. You can do nothing to save yourself. There is nothing you can do, nothing you can say, no Law you can keep or think you can keep that will make any difference. You might as well be dead without Christ.

But Christ reaches down to you. He takes on your flesh and blood. He became one of us so that we might become like Him. He reaches out his hand, pours the baptismal oil on your wounds and gives you the wine which is His own blood. And He brings you to a safe place, the Inn which is His Church. And He says to the Innkeeper, whatever it takes, I will pay it. There is no cost too great for Jesus to save you! There is nothing He would not do. There is no pain he would not undergo, there is no hurt he will not take. He will take it all into Himself. All for you.

St. Paul said it this way, But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us (Romans 5:8). You have done nothing to earn God’s favor and love. Like the man along the road, you are just lying there, dead in trespasses and sins. But God reaches down and holds onto you and gives you His very life. He died so that you might live.

Whatever it takes, I will pay it. Jesus does not measure how much it will take to save you. He doesn’t say, “Ok, you can sin so much and after that you’re on your own.” No. He has paid the price in full with His death and resurrection. For those two go together. As He said in the parable, when I return. Jesus is coming back. He has paid the price, and He is returning to take us home.

So no matter how great your sin, no matter how bad you are or think you are, it isn’t too great for the God who saves us by His blood. As we heard in Hosea 6, “Come, let us return to the LORD; for he has torn us, that he may heal us; he has struck us down, and he will bind us up. After two days he will revive us; on the third day he will raise us up, that we may live before him” (Hosea 6:1–3 ESV). We may not always understand God’s ways, but one thing is certain: you can look at His cross and know that He loves you, and that He will never leave you nor forsake you. This is the God who does wonders, the God who binds you up and gives you His very flesh and blood so that you might live.

God’s love for you goes deeper than death itself. He is the Good Samaritan; He is the one who seeks you out when you are in the depths. He is the one who can heal you, when nothing else makes sense, when no one else cares, when you are all alone. He will never leave you nor forsake you.

In the name of the Father and of the † Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

The peace of God, which passes all understanding, keep your hearts and minds in true faith, unto life everlasting. Amen.

Doing Well (Trinity 12, 2012)

Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord, Jesus Christ. Amen. Our text for this morning is the Gospel just read from St. Mark chapter 7. We focus on the words of the text, “He has done all things well.”

Every parent knows that the path to teaching their children obedience is through listening. A child cannot learn what their place is, what they are to do and not do, without learning how to listen. “Listen with your eyes,” my mother told me when I was young. What she meant was, Listen with your whole body. Don’t say you are listening when really you are a thousand miles away.

Yet listening is a lost art, isn’t it? Everyone once in a while, you’ll see someone described as a good conversationalist. What that really means is that they are a good listener, and that they are good at asking questions to keep the conversation going. But for the most part, listening is harder and harder to do. Listening becomes a chore when we want to do other things. Listening becomes a bother when the other person annoys us. Who wants to listen?

And yet, when we are in need, when we are hurting or alone, there are few things on earth more comforting than a good friend who is willing to simply listen to what is going on. Listening, perhaps more than about anything else, is a sign that you are important to the listener, and that they are ready to stop everything to hear what you have to say.
So here we have a man with a dreadful problem, both physically and spiritually. He cannot hear, and he cannot speak. In Jesus’ day, he would have been called a deaf/mute. Today we would probably say he was differently abled or something like that. Either way, the man is in a terrible way. He cannot hear, and he cannot speak.

One can only imagine the physical problems and inconveniences that this must have meant for him. The world was a closed book, for the most part. At the time, deafness was a sign of not only physical problem, but of a spiritual problem as well. To be deaf means you cannot hear the Word of God. Now today, we would kind of scoff at that. We have American Sign Language, and lots of ways of trying to beat the system and make the deaf to hear. But even today, with all of our advances in medical science, we lose our hearing. How many here have hearing aids, or know someone who does? My guess is that everyone here falls into that category.

So the man cannot hear anything, but especially he cannot hear the Word of God. This is the great sadness of our text. The man is cast out, seen as unclean or unworthy to be in God’s presence. What kind of sin did he commit, to have such a terrible curse leveled upon him? Those were the questions asked behind his back.

Truth be told, we are often quite deaf to hearing God’s Word as well. For us it is by choice, though, not by illness. How many family bibles lay packed away in a box or gathering dust on a mantel somewhere? How often do you pray for each other by name, read the Scriptures together as a family, or simply listen to what our Lord has to speak to you? Sadly, hearing the Word of God is rarely a priority in our lives. We have more important voices to hear. How can I listen to Jesus when there’s a Kardashian or a Rush or an O’Reilly, or Ellen or Oprah or someone else oh so much more interesting and entertaining? How can I hear God where there’s so much more out there that seems relevant and even important?

But Jesus knows your weaknesses and mine. He knows that even if we have ears to hear, we forget how to use them. And if we cannot hear God’s Word day after day, how can we be expected to declare His praises? How can you proclaim His victory over sin and death when our Lord’s promises to you and your family remain a closed book, so that you are deaf to hear and therefore dumb to speak His praises? Repent.

Yes, our Lord knows our weaknesses, and the weakness of this man in front of us in our text. The deaf man’s friends beg for Jesus to help, and He does. He takes the man aside from the crowd. This isn’t a show or a game to be displayed. He takes the man aside and then does something that to our eyes and ears seems, well, it seems pretty weird. Jesus takes His fingers and puts them in the mans ears, and then He spits and puts the spittle on the man’s tongue.

I think that the technical term for that is “ewwww.” But this is actually quite important. When Jesus comes to help this man, Jesus is willing to get dirty. He communicates that He knows what’s wrong by pointing to the ears and the mouth.
When our Lord goes into something, He goes all in. He doesn’t commit until it is inconvenient. He doesn’t waver or wonder if He can get this done. No, He simply goes in. He goes in, and He sighs.

You have to admit, that doesn’t sound like really divine behavior. Sighing? We could translate it as groaning. It’s a little word, but in that word, all of Jesus humanity comes out. He sees this hurt, broken sinner, and He aches for him. Just as He aches for you in your brokenness and need.

It is easy to get to that point where you wonder if God is that deaf/mute. It is easy to feel with the Psalmist:

“To you, O LORD, I call; my rock, be not deaf to me, lest, if you be silent to me, I become like those who go down to the pit.” (Psalms 28:1 ESV)

God is not silent. He hears your cries, and He speaks His Word to you. To the deaf/mute He said, “Ephphatha,” which means, “Be opened.” To you He says the same thing. Be opened. He opens your heart to hear His Word. He opens you up so that you may receive His Word of blessing and forgiveness. He does all things well, and what He does for you is give you the greatest of all treasures: He gives you hope.

In ancient times that word, “Ephphatha,” was actually a part of our baptism rite. I don’t think parents would like me sticking my fingers into the ears or on the tongues of their children, but there is something to be said for the practice. God promises His grace and peace. He opens you up, scoops out the gunk of our lives, and fills you with Him. Sing His praises with the saints old and new. Come to the table of Grace, because His Word has invited you to partake of His great salvation.

Come and rejoice! He has done all things well. And He has done it all, for you.

In the name of Jesus. Amen.

And now the peace of God, which passes all understanding, keep your hearts and minds in true faith, to life everlasting. Amen.

Things I’ve Learned (after one year)

Yesterday was the first anniversary of my installation at Holy Cross Lutheran Church in Rocklin, California. We have now lived in sunny CA for a little over a year. To that end, here are a few things I’ve learned along the way:

Things I’ve Learned About California After One Year

  • It’s a dry heat. I like it a lot better than the humidity of the Midwest, but it is still heat. An oven may be dry, but it’s HOT.
  • I don’t like Home Owners Associations. If I want two basketball hoops in my backyard, I should be able to do it!
  • Time is precious. We spend WAY WAY WAY more time driving here than we did in Wisconsin. That makes every minute seem to count more somehow.
  • Family matters. I miss my family very much, and wish we were closer. I know Kathryn feels the same.
  • Buy a house is a lot of work. So is buying a car, or furniture, or refridgerators, or dish washers, or just about anything else we own.
  • The people of California are wonderful, and the people of Holy Cross are even more wonderful. We have developed many new friendships I never thought I’d have, and have received love and mercy from more people than I can count.

Things I’ve Learned About California Lutheranism After One Year

  • There are a lot less Lutherans out here, so you rejoice more when you find one.
  • On the one hand, everything seems more intense: the conservatives are more conservative, the liberals are more liberal, the church growthers are more church growthy.
  • Yet on the other hand, the care and honor for fellow pastors and congregations is also more intense. I think that’s a a function of there just being less Lutherans overall.
  • I like my circuit. I’m not sure about all of their theology and practice, but they are men who want to be good pastors and faithful shepherds to the flock under their care.
  • There are as many sinners in California as there are in Wisconsin.
  • They don’t know all the same hymns that we knew in Wisconsin.
  • They do know lots of things about caring for your neighbor that I did not.

Things I’ve Learned About Wisconsin After One Year

  • I miss our school. A lot. I miss the children. I miss the faculty. I miss praying together and playing together. I miss everything about Christ Lutheran Academy. I grieve for our children every day, that they no longer have that gift and opportunity. Today offers new gifts and opportunities, and God is merciful. But I still miss CLA.
  • Messiah has lots of amazing people. It is a great parish and I pray for them every day, that God would provide them with a faithful undershepherd. It will come.
  • Nobody does opera like the crazy people of Kenosha. Gathering together with a bunch of people to put on a performance is an amazing experience, and I didn’t realize how much it had shaped us as a family until this year. This summer, actually. The summer was relaxing and wonderful, but I miss the insanity of SEWPA and all of the amazing things that happened through those people.
  • I don’t miss snow. My kids miss snow. I don’t miss snow.
  • There is great blessing in having so many Lutheran congregations so near to each other. The opportunities for working together are much greater than I realized when I served there. Get together, people! It’s worth it.
  • There are still sinners in Kenosha, and there are still saints in Kenosha. What an awesome town with so many amazing people.

Anyway, there are a few thoughts along the way, as the Peperkorns reach another milestone.

Later, dudes!
-TAP