Transfiguration A, February 15, 2026

I am reminded of a quote from The Office, when after a series of troubling events, Michael Scott says, “I’m not superstitious, but I am a little ‘stitious’.” Are you superstitious? I’d dare say that there are two main options. Either you are too rational, too enlightened and too educated to give in to such nonsense, or you are too beholden to tradition, or etiquette, or historical reenactment to open an umbrella indoors, or to walk under a ladder, to fail to say “bless you” when someone sneezes. Some of my favorite superstitions have to do with pocketknives. It is bad luck to close a knife you didn’t open. Stirring anything, like coffee or soup, with the blade of your pocketknife is bad luck. Cutting hot cornbread with a pocketknife is bad luck. Now with a little thought the origin of some of these can be easily explained. I can see a father handing a child a pocketknife to complete some task and asking that the knife be returned the way it was given in order to prevent the child from cutting themselves. And after seeing pocketknives being used for everything from gutting small game to picking the dirt from your fingernails you don’t have to be a microbiologist to see that sticking the blade in your food is a bad idea. But my favorite superstition has to do with the gifting of a knife. The common wisdom says that by gifting a knife you will soon sever the relationship. So, the work-around became that with the knife you also gift a coin. Then the recipient “pays” you the coin, and this “transaction” preserves the relationship. I love this tradition/superstition because of the love it implies. Not only have you implied your affection with the gift, but with the coin you have implied the hope that your relationship will continue. Now, I have to tell you, Gospel of Matthew is not my favorite. To me, the Good News that Matthew proclaims often feels a lot like getting a knife without the coin. It feels like the good news has come with an asterisk, warning “some assembly required.” The Gospel according to Ikea. Jesus tells us “I have come not to abolish the law but to fulfill [it].” Jesus tells us “Unless your righteousness exceeds that of the scribes and Pharisees you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” Yikes. It feels like Jesus has given a gift that will soon sever our relationship with God and we’d better come up with enough righteousness to “pay” the giver of this gift before we run out of luck. It’s enough to make Luther roll over in his grave! If the righteousness that God requires of me is something I have to muster up out of my own heart and will then I am surely doomed, and this Gospel is no good news at all. Luckily, that’s not the Gospel at all. The gospel doesn’t start with the law. The gospel starts with God. God who IS Love. When we Lutherans talk about grace, we are talking about the way that Love behaves. We are talking about a God who is love and created the whole world out of that love. We are talking about a God who chose the people of Israel out of perfectly free love and said to them, “I will be your God and you will be my people.” Love precedes the Law. Grace came before the Law. Before God ever said “you shall not eat of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil” God saw the universe God had created and said it was very good. Before God gave circumcision God called Abraham righteous. Before God gave the Ten Commandments, God led Israel out of Egypt. The law is not like the coin given with a knife. The law is not a transaction, not a means by which we ward off bad luck, not like that little hex wrench that comes with Ikea furniture. The Gospel of Matthew is the good news that we are already the people of God, and Jesus is showing us that Grace is how God’s people behave. The law is God’s proclamation “You are mine. Now act like it.” Jesus does not say “if you have faith you will be the salt of the earth. Jesus says “You ARE the salt of the earth. Act like it.” Jesus does not say “If you follow the ten commandments you will be the light of the world.” Jesus says, “You ARE the light of the world. Act like it.” The Good News of the Gospel is that we are God’s people ALREADY. And because we are God’s people we will love those God loves. The righteousness we enact will exceed that of the scribes and Pharisees because our righteousness is Christ’s own righteousness. In the gospel we have not been given a pocketknife and a coin; a token of God’s affection and the means to maintain the relationship. In the Gospel we are given the good news that we are already in the Kingdom of Heaven, that we are already righteous, that we are already God’s people. Now let us act like it. Amen.

As many of you may already know about me I grew up a fundamentalist. I was part of a tiny Appalachian Baptist tradition that believed the King James Version of the Bible was the only divinely inspired version of the Word of God. and therefore was “the only rule of faith and practice,” as the denomination’s charter stated. My faith was forged in the hellfire and brimstone preaching of this tradition and cooled in the soothing melodies of shaped note singing about the sweet by-and-by. My grandparents took me to church starting at age 2, letting me stay at their house every Saturday night, a tradition that only ended when I moved to college. My grandfather had this story about how he had come to the faith, miles underground in a coalmine in southwestern Virginia. One night, working in the deep darkness he cried out to God for salvation and it completely changed his life, and he would spend the rest of his life sharing Psalm 139:8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. as if it had been written about his own life. Eventually, he met and married my grandmother, who came to the faith because of him. My grandfather even had his own radio show, where he would ‘testify’ live, on air each week. Many of the other folks in our church had these dramatic stories of instantaneous conversions where God had delivered them from a life of scandalous sin, and had now written their names in the Lamb’s book of life. When I was 7 years old, I understood that God loved me that Jesus had died for me, and that I wanted to go to heaven. So, when I was told that I needed to accept Jesus as my personal savior, of course, I did. Now, in this tradition, the next thing you do is you begin to learn to share your story, your testimony, as we called it. But I was seven. As you might imagine, my story couldn’t include that Jesus had delivered me from drinking or sleeping around, or gambling, or any of the other things that so many of the other testimonies had included. In fact, my realization that I needed a savior had come as something of a shock because it hadn’t ever occurred to me that I didn’t already have one. My faith had come from the witness of others, from their testimonies. From those whose life experiences had driven them to Jesus, whose conversions had literally saved their lives. But where was God in my own story? What good news did I have to share? In John’s gospel today, we see John’s experience of the Holy Spirit at Jesus’ baptism has led him to point to Jesus as the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world. It is John’s testimony, that Jesus is greater than himself, even offering a baptism greater than his own baptism, that Jesus is the Son of God, that compels his own disciples to leave John and follow Jesus. When Jesus sees John’s disciples following him he asks, “What are you looking for?” John had seen the Holy Spirit descend and confirm that Jesus is the Son of God. Maybe these disciples didn’t know what they were looking for. Maybe they were expecting something like the heavens rending, or voices booming, or a dove descending. We don’t know for sure what they did find, but whatever they found compelled Andrew to go and tell his brother that they had found the Messiah. The season of Epiphany is about recognizing God first in Jesus and then everywhere else. We see from John’s story and from Andrew’s story that God comes to us in the proclamation of the truth about Jesus. God is calling each of us to be preachers and prophets, to first recognize God in our own stories, and then go and tell these stories to others. But we cannot always identify God in our own stories. As I grew in my own faith, I realized that though I couldn’t point to a dramatic rescue or to an instantaneous conversion experience my testimony is that I cannot remember a time when I did not know Jesus. And, it wasn’t until I came into the Lutheran Church and began to hear the stories of folks mostly baptized as babies, who also couldn’t remember a time when they didn’t know Jesus, that I began to hear echoes of my own story. I found that God had been at work in my life the whole time. And I would never have known this without the testimony of others. This good news of God come near in Christ Has been passed from John the Baptist, to the disciples, to the early church, through 20 centuries of believers, into Appalachian coalmines, across AM radio waves, even through fundamentalist preachers. God is revealing Godself not only in the stories of others, but also in your own stories. God is continuing to write the story of the Gospel, in our hearts and lives, through our mouths and hands, calling us to testify to the God come near, first in Jesus, and then everywhere else, that you too may point to God in the flesh and echo John’s proclamation, Behold! The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world. Amen.

What a busy few weeks it has been. I hope you found some rest to recuperate from the Christmas hustle and bustle. I am always grateful for vacation time, to relax and restore, to come back to work with renewed commitment and the energy to do all the things I have to do. But I imagine I am not alone in discovering that returning to work after a vacation is a bit surreal. It always takes a minute to remember the routines, to remember the passwords, to remember what it is I do on a Monday. My desk looks like my life did in December, cluttered with delayed tasks abandoned in the triage of looming deadlines, a stack of old bulletins waiting to be recycled, hastily written notes that I’m sure made sense when I wrote them, a cup of coffee I didn’t get the chance to finish. And sitting at that desk again I have a hard time trying to locate the renewed commitment and restored energy I thought I had found on vacation. I imagine that the return to the classroom, the shop, the office, the lab, feels much the same. What was that thing I was going to do? What was that change I was going to make? What was my resolution? When is my next vacation? I wonder too, if we don’t approach worship in much the same way. I hope that your time here in this place or the time you spend with us online is a source of renewal, of inspiration. I hope you find in this time together a sense of connection to God and to neighbor. I hope you remember who you are and whose you are and take with you the resolve to live a life of devotion and discipleship. But I also wonder if that inspiration, renewal, and devotion is harder to remember in the harsher reality of overflowing inboxes, looming deadlines, impatient clients, and traffic jams. It makes me wonder too if John the Baptist ever questioned his work. I wonder if he ever found it difficult to remember what drove him into the wilderness. I wonder if he questioned his message, his method, standing for hours in the murky waters of the Jordon, in wet camel hair with wrinkly toes and a belly full of locusts, baptizing repentant strangers. I can imagine his hope for the messiah had as much to do with finding some rest for himself as some rescue for his people. We hear echoes of his hope in his question, “I need to be baptized by you, and do you come to me?” I need you, Jesus. I need a messiah to come and fix all this. I need a rescuer to come and save us from Rome, from ourselves. I need to be reminded that this work is not in vain, that this work is accomplishing something larger than me. I need to know that my sacrifice is seen, is valued, is effective. I need to be baptized by you. Why do you need to be baptized? Theologians, pastors, preachers, and parishioners have been repeating John’s question since he asked it. If this Jesus is God why does he come for a baptism of repentance? Of what does Jesus need to repent? But I think this is the wrong question. The church has spent some 20 centuries defining, articulating, and proclaiming one baptism for the forgiveness of sin. We speak of a rite of initiation, of inclusion. Paul speaks of our old selves being buried with Christ and raised with him to new life. We speak so much and so often of what baptism is and does that we haven’t seen the forest for the trees. Baptism is a rite on initiation. Baptism does forgive our sins. Baptism does unite us to Christ. But this day to remember the Baptism of Jesus, set here in this season inaugurated by the Feast of the Epiphany, invites us to see something less familiar to us in the rite of baptism. This season after Epiphany is about encountering the mystery of incarnation, about contemplating the union of God and matter, the manifestation of God with us in the person of Jesus, the Christ. Baptism is about more than initiation or inclusion, forgiveness or religious identity. Our baptism is the beginning of a new way of showing up in the world, a new way of seeing and encountering the world. Jesus was baptized by John in the Jordon to give us the gift of baptism, a sacred mystery that reveals the sacred mystery at the heart of the universe— the whole of creation is a sacrament. The whole world is a sacrament, the union of matter and God’s very self. And in this sacramental universe we are each priests, ministers of word and work. No matter your vocation, no matter your occupation, you are the steward of a sacred mystery in which God transforms your work into a means of grace. Your scrubs, lab coat, uniform; your nametag, backpack, briefcase; your sport coat, pants suit, apron are all sacred vestments. Your desk, work bench, hospital bed; your countertop, stovetop, laptop; your changing table, kitchen table, conference table; each are a sacred altar where you pour out yourself as an offering and receive back nourishment in return. We do not come to worship, to the font or the altar, to find this sacred mystery in the only place that it exists. We come to worship, to the font and the altar, to learn to see this sacred mystery everywhere that it exists. We should learn from these sacraments to see that God in Christ, revealed in the humble majesty of his birth, proclaimed from heaven in his baptism, is not a singularity in the story of the cosmos, but a particularity which exposes the deeper truth. The incarnation is not limited to Jesus. The incarnation is exposed in Jesus. This is the Epiphany, the revelation of God in Christ, after which we begin to see the God in all things. The whole cosmos is filled with God. All creation emanates from God’s very being, and is destined to return to this source. This is what we mean by salvation. Baptism is the proclamation that this human, this sinner, this mortal, is also divine, a saint, immortal. Creation is filled with the life and love of God. Your life is filled with the life and love of God. Your work is an extension of this Creation, and your work too is filled with the life and love of God. We, like John the Baptist, encounter the Christ in every patient, client, customer; in every student, parent, volunteer; in every spouse, child, neighbor. We, like John, must approach our work as a sacred honor, a humble privilege of service to God’s very self. This does not mean that Mondays won’t suck, that customers won’t complain, that inboxes won’t overwhelm us, that babies won’t cry, that we won’t get sick and tired of standing in our private Jordons wishing to be rescued. It will mean that we begin to see the sacrifice as unto God, as part of a larger sacred mystery as a holy privilege of humble service in a world overflowing with the life and love of God. Amen.