It is the lifelong unlearning of existential scorekeeping—modeled after our God who delights not in ticking off the boxes of how we each have erred—and good friends, each of us has erred magnificently at some point despite our best attempts—but in recalling us to God’s nature from the beginning steeped in yada—the intimacy of knowing and loving our God; our God who knows us, and loves us anyways.

Whether we want Jesus to note where we are located at any given moment is another thing altogether; it reminds me of when we might have called our parents on a Saturday night, trying to hush down the background noises while we were on the phone, the noise indicating that we were at the place we were specifically told not to go.

Basically, John is that one friend from college who needed to make everything ‘deep’ and ‘profound’ and ‘big picture’ when you just wanted to complain about your professor.

The God we are anticipating may not be the God who comes to us. But the God who comes to us, abides with us, reconciles us, will be the God who loves us, and in whom we are made whole.

The body of Christ is made up of each of you, each of us, because each of us on our own will never be enough, because we were created to be enough only when we are together. Imperfectly together.

Only a God who knew the messiness of the incarnation—of being both human and divine, loving and hurting, sheep-chasing, coin-hunting, fatted calf-preparing as a means of love, could find redemption and promise, phorismo, wisdom, prudence, shrewdness, in a thorough scoundrel.

That on that first Sabbath, God did rest, but perhaps God’s rest wasn’t just about ‘not doing’ more creation, but rather ‘connecting with’ the creation God had made and hallowed; about delighting in what creation had to offer; in exploring the wideness of God’s expanding love and playfulness. Maybe God buried God’s face in our toes and laughed at our expressions and simply enjoyed learning the quirks of God’s humans and animals and oceans, of the ferns; of the redwoods.

KGL+ Sermon Trinity Church Boston Year C Proper 12 July 27, 2025    May the words of my mouth and

We cannot forget who and whose we are, if we wish to have a legacy in this world. It will not be for the money, or success or achievement that we are remembered—Jesus’ gifts are not the way the world works, remember. It will be in the ways we loved.