Reflecting on the Events in MPLS; John 2:13-25

 

Rev. George Miller

Jan 18, 2026

John 2:13-25

 

As you may recall, I believe that every time we hear Jesus say or do anything, we should think “Bam, another strike of the hammer!”

 

Today is an example.  Jesus makes a whip, pours out coins, chases away cattle.  How you view this event depends on what you know, and how this could affect you.

 

But first: chicken hearts.

 

My dad was a New York City cop.  I grew up going to the station, attending holiday gatherings.

 

Dad was part of a carpool.   One of my favorite memories is when JD and Johny came over for lunch and Mom made fried chicken hearts.  I don’t remember the conversations, but I recall the camaraderie that took place around the table.

 

There is something about cop energy that I’m so comfortable with.  How cool that my Dad was a policeman.  I’d go into the city anytime, knowing that if I needed help, I just had to stop an officer and tell them who my Dad is.

 

Sadly, Mom stopped making those chicken hearts.  When I asked why she said, “They’re poor people’s food.”

 

I recall the time a woman was shot, the city was in an uproar, how it affected my Dad.  He explained that she came charging at the officers and would not stop.

 

Upon getting my driver’s license, Dad and I had the “talk”- when an officer pulls me over, I am to stay calm, be polite, keep my hands on the wheel.  I can’t tell you how often his advice got me out of a ticket.

 

In 1994 I moved to Minneapolis.  One day I was standing on the corner.  It was a red light, no cars at all.  I started to walk across the street when an officer said, “Go ahead and I’ll arrest you.”  It was the 1st time I had a reason to be wary of a policeman.

 

In Florida, there was a Chief who used his Facebook page to target me and the church I served, posting “dog whistles,” in which his followers would write things like “It would be a shame if the church happened to burn down.”

 

But then…there was Sheriff Paul Blackman, one of the greatest people I know.  Conservative in every way, a staunch Christian who valued the Constitution.

 

He and I had differing views, but we were ONE when it came to caring about the community.

 

Sherif Blackman and I worked side by side on various Boards.  He invited me to be part of a Task Force. When our church had events addressing George Floyd and Pride, he made sure police were present.

 

Sheriff Blackman was there for the blessing of our Community Garden; wore silly socks to bring awareness to those living with developmental disability.

 

One Christmas, he and I walked children safely across the Circle to meet Santa Claus, this big guy with a badge and gun tenderly holding the hands of Black and Hispanic kids.

 

A supporter of the Freedom of Speech, Sherrif Blackman created a physical space for people to hold protests in a way that they were safe.  When we had PRIDE, and the Proud Boys showed up, he kept us protected.

 

I have lived a life that’s allowed me to hear, empathize, and seek to understand all sides and views.

 

Last week we witnessed an event in Minneapolis in which a woman named Renee Good died when an ICE agent shot into her vehicle during an encounter on an icy street.

 

This moment of time has been captured on video, from all angles, all different lemgths, featuring different people and dialogue.

 

Depending on what you see, where you see it, how much you see, who presents it, who comments on it, people have a variety of responses.

 

Today, we are not going to tell you what to feel, how to act or respond, but we cannot ignore this. 

 

No matter where we stand or what we believe we saw, there are at least two things to say- a woman was shot by an ICE officer 3 times, and afterwards we hear someone, somewhere say “F.B.”

 

None of us here today know how we would have acted, how we would’ve responded, nor what that energy was like for all involved.

 

But something has happened, and that something is continuing to happen in the Minneapolis schools, streets, Target stores, and cars. 

 

Folk are scared.  Worried that this has become our Night of Broken Glass or like the days when people were sent to capture runaway slaves.

 

I am not going to tell you where I stand, but I can tell you that many people I care about are worried every day.  For them, this moment in American history is not a detached ethical, philosophical discussion, but a hard-core reality.

 

Nor can I tell you what to think. 

 

But something is happening in our country.

 

 We are each going to have to decide how we are going to act if ICE comes to our home door, steps into our favorite restaurant, or comes into our sanctuary.

 

Who we voted for, or the color of our skin is not going to affect how you may be treated.

 

…Chicken hearts.  I miss them.  The time of life and innocence they represent. 

 

The lively conversation and energy around that table of my Dad and other police officers on their way into the Big City to face whatever was going to come their way.

 

I miss that. 

 

There is a lot we miss.  Recent election cycles have really brought out the worst in people.  COVID separated us and made us live solitary lives for a long while. 

 

Folk feeling misunderstood. People seeing the same thing but coming to different conclusions.

 

This is very much what it was like for those who experienced Jesus.

 

His ministry took place during Roman occupation, when coins claimed Ceasar was god, armed soldiers patrolled the streets, crosses stood to scare people into submission, and religious leaders participated in government corruption.

 

Here is Jesus, going from small town to small town, wedding party to Temple steps, telling people there’s another way, reminding folk of the ways of the Lord, saying that the true kingdom belongs to God and not the governor.

 

Based on one’s life, where one was in the social status stratosphere, what you had to gain and what you had to lose, different people experienced Jesus different ways.

 

Some saw Jesus in the Temple fashioning up that whip and they thought “Right on!”  While others were angry about their coins and cattle being cast away.

 

Jesus upends a capitalistic enterprise, and you can imagine “Bam!  Another strike of the hammer!”

 

I am a big believer that when we come to church, we should be uplifted, spiritually nourished, empowered to face the world. 

 

But sometimes, sometimes things become so upended that to not discuss them would be unfaithful.

 

Jesus did not shy away from the difficult, nor he did he make everyone at ease at all times.

 

What we witness, what we can be reminded of, is that what Jesus did, what Jesus taught and what Jesus was zealous about were-

 

-the ways of God’s kingdom

 

-God’s desire for all to thrive, live, and grow into abundant living,

 

-and how there is a better way.

 

Though we may feel uncomfortable, may we find ways to come together to bring comfort to  others and strive to better understand what justice, kindness and humility really looks like. 

 

Amen.  

Unleashing Possibilities; John 2:1-12

 

Rev. George Miller

Jan 11, 2026

John 2:1-12

 

Since last week was National Trivia Day, we’re going to embark on an unofficial round of Jeopardy.

 

The Answer is- “This Missouri based organization, started in 1913 by Eden Seminary’s Dr. Press and Reinhold Niebuhr, has been able to overcome the Depression, Segregation, COVID, funding cuts and a tornado.”

 

Question- “What is Unleashing Potential?”

 

The Answer is “This woman who is known for her welcoming smile and unlimited compassion is the President and CEO of Unleashing Potential.”

 

The Question is “Who is Darlene Sowell?”

 

Final Jeopardy “This yearly event encourages youth to work together, establish relationships, and have ‘messy’ fun while traveling upon the water.”

 

Queston- “What is the Boat Regalia?”

 

Bravo to all who knew the questions, and if you didn’t know, you will by the end of worship, as we are blessed to have President and CEO Darlene Sowell with us.

 

Unleashing Potential.  What a great title; what an empowering name.  What the title tells us is that the Potential is already there; the youth’s gifts and talents are present, they’re just waiting to be revealed, shared, and celebrated.

 

Unleashing Potential is not about coddling, or saving, or seeing someone as helpless, but saying “Look- you’re already a superhero, use these gifts and fly, fly, fly.”

 

Unleashing Potential…unleashing possibilities.

 

That’s what we see in today’s reading. 

 

We have completed our journey back to Bethlehem, witnessing the Face of God in the manger among the sheep and magi.  Now we are with a very grown-up Jesus at a very grown-up event in Cana.

 

It’s a wedding and things are poppin’, until the wine runs out.

 

As we recall the past 4 months of sermons, you know that for the Israelites, wine is not just a beverage- it is a lineage; wine is their heritage. 

 

In the hill country of Judah grapes were everywhere, enjoyed by all, essential to any religious ritual, and a sign of heaven’s presence.

 

During those decades of Exile in Babylon, the people of God rarely had access to wine, as their crops were brutally destroyed and access to wine was limited to the rich.

 

To be out among the community and have the wine run out, would be like living in Russia and the Vodka is gone, being in Milwaukee and the beer is gone, or being in Colombia and the coffee beans are kaput.

 

The people at this party are in a real crises- not only has the wine run out, but all that represents their heritage, who they are and their faith is absent.

 

But no worry.  Big Mama is there.  Mary, knowing full well the potential of her baby boy speaks up, and when Jesus does an “Ohhh Mom” she turns to the staff and says “Do whatever he says.”

 

What happens next is the pure unleashing of potential and possibility.  Water is turned into the best wine imagined; everyone gets blessed by the experience.

 

But- what is the true miracle- that h20 was turned into Merlot? Or that Jesus, under the direction of Mary, inspired over 19 people and an entire wedding party to trust and participate in making the impossible possible?

 

Think about it. 

 

No more wine.  Nada. Nilch. Nada.  Scarcity upon scarcity.  It’s done, over, everyone go home, there’s no coming back.

 

This is a committees worst nightmare.  This is where managers and ledger-locked leaders get into their head and freeze up.

 

But Jesus is not so much a manager or someone who only sees bottom-line, he sees and believes in potential and possibilities.

 

So an idea emerges.  “What if?  What if???”  And this idea goes into action.  Let’s take these 6 stone jars, made of limestone, each weighing about 100 pounds, and let’s fill them with about 30 gallons of water.

 

But in order to do so, we’re going to need at least 12 people to bring these 100-pound jars to the nearest well or cistern to fill them with water. 

 

THEN, we’re going to need at least 6 3-5 gallon buckets to carry the water from the well to the jar. 

 

Then, we’ll scoop some of this “wine” out to give to the steward to taste.  And if he approves, we’ll serve it to all who are present. 

 

But, because the limestone jars will weigh about 350 pounds each, and not meant to be moved once full, we’ll have to carry the Cabernet in carafes to each table.

 

That, my dear friends, is a lot of work.  Folk may want to give Jesus all the credit, but he basically just imagined it after Big Mama gave him the nudge.

 

It was everyone else around Jesus who made it possible, just like the feeding of the loaves and fishes.

 

Today we hear a story that tells us how that Child In the Manger can unleash possibilities we can not even fathom; that the one who received gifts from the Magi is ready to gift us with potential upon potential.

 

Not just from one person, but from many, coming together, all of us, working in tandem and communication, figuring it out, problem solving, navigating as teams, like the Boat Regalia.

 

Here we are, St. Lucas UCC, a church on a hill, made of limestone that comes from local ground.

 

What a beautiful theology to hold as we journey along the waters of 2026.  Seeing obstacles and empty jars as possibilities, knowing that success does not hinder on one person; we each get to participate.

 

Finding ways to welcome the inbreaking of heaven and allow our heritage to continue being the hands of feet of Christ, that baby born in Bethlehem.

“Amen.”

Audrey Hepburn and Emmanuel; John 1:19-42

 

Rev. George Miller

January 4, 2026

John 1:19-42

 

First, let us start by giving thanks to Andrew Richardson who had the vision of doing a presentation on “The Carole of the Bells” and the comfortable confidence to ask if he could share his knowledge with us.

 

Wisdom is a gift and a light to the world, and to share that light instead of holding onto it is a gift.

 

That’s what John the Baptist did.  He shared the news about Jesus before folks even knew who Jesus was.

 

John was brave, a witness before witnesses, telling people things they did not know or wanted to hear.  He knew who he was, who he was not, and like Andrew today, he used his voice and knowledge.

 

Andrew took us to Ukraine with images of good harvest, happy birds, and prosperity, then reminded us of their current reality of rubble, resistance, and occupation.

 

John stood in a wilderness during a time of Roman occupation, crying out so that people could learn a new kind of resistance, one based on the ways of heaven, and the healing that came the Son of God.

 

John is the Gospel narrative we are following from now until April.  It’s a deeply poetic, philosophical exploration of Jesus that differs from the directness of Mark, the ruralness of Matthew, and the inclusiveness of Luke.

 

Today, I’d like to share an image from pop culture that’s illuminated my experience of Christmas.

 

Last month Viktor and I were trying to figure out what to watch.  No current films appealed to us, so we opted for something classic- Audrey Hepburn.

 

“Breakfast At Tiffany’s” with all its style, smartly written dialogue, and of course “Moon River.”

 

Watching someone from another country experience influential American culture for the first time is a treat.

 

Next was “Roman Holiday.”  Wow- the vistas, the hair, the romance.  The teary-eyed ending. 

 

“Roman Holiday” starts with Audrey Hepburn as Princess Ann, being greeted by dignitaries.  She is standing above the people in uncomfortable shoes and gown.

 

Powerful people come to her and bow.  She is poised, still, perfect, and absolutely bored.

 

Later, she sneaks out and spends a glorious 36 hours out and about the city of Rome, pretending to be a regular person, gallivanting around with Gregory Peck.

 

She smokes, sips champagne, goes to the local market, buys shoes, enjoys gelato, has her hair cut, falls in love, gets into a bar fight, swims the Tiber River.  In the process she learns more about the people, herself, and why her role as Princess is so important.

 

At the end of the movie, Princess Ann stands before the people, still stylish but more casually dressed; her hair much shorter, her shoes more comfortable.  She answers questions, she is engaged.

 

After having this lived, embodied experience, Princess Ann does something different.  She says “I want to the meet them,” and chooses to come down the stairs, standing level with the people.

 

The Princess now is the one going up to the individuals, shaking hands, asking their name, acknowledging their presence.

 

Because now she sees them, she really sees them, she relates, she has an understanding.

 

Princess Ann could have stayed forever on top of the stage, far from everyone, only approached, but never approaching.  But once she has a fully lived, embodied experience, her relationship with everyone changes forever.

 

“Roman Holiday” has given me a new insight into the Gospel of John and the Christmas narrative.

 

The idea we have that God made a choice.  That God decided.  That God chose to come to us wrapped into human flesh.

 

Not as a governor or a millionaire, nor royalty or wealth, but as a child, born of a woman, into an unusual circumstance, without the comforts of stability or certainty.

 

We journey back to Bethlehem and understand that instead of God being an abstract idea that could only be experienced in contained quarters of the Temple, God through Jesus can be experienced at weddings and wells, under fig trees and beside the tombstones.

 

The knowledge that God enfleshed would choose to sit beside us at a community event, ensuring the wine does not run out and calls out to us when we are sobbing in the garden, is a powerful notion. 

 

Because through our journey Back to Bethlehem we discover that God made known to us in Jesus, our Emmanuel, is not from far off, but close to us, beside us.

 

That Jesus as the Word made flesh would want to share in our adventures, in our tears.  Sharing the Lord’s light and joy of life.

 

For that, let us say “Amen.”

Fed At the Bosom Of God; John 1:1-18

 

Rev. George Miller

Dec 28, 2025

John 1:1-18

 

Christmas Day we shared a sacred meal at the Communion Table; next week as the New Year starts, we return to the Table to be fed again. 

 

To all who made the journey Back to Bethlehem, the Lord’s Table is a sign of welcome. Inclusion.  AGAPE LOVE.  Where those who hunger are fed, those who thirst are quenched.

 

Are you hungry for life everlasting- come to the Table.  Are you hungry for fair play and kind words- come to the Table, where we are nourished, and it is God through Jesus the Son who feeds us.

 

Eat, drink, rest, then after you are fed with our Father’s heavenly food- go and do likewise; nourished.

 

After weeks of making our way back to Bethlehem, we are finally introduced to Jesus.  But John has a different focus than Matthew or Luke.  He does not focus on Jesus the baby, or Jesus the son of Mary.

 

John focuses on Jesus as the Word.  The Word who was with God; is God.  The Word that slips into human flesh to become one of us: Emmanuel.

 

In today’s reading, John does something amazing; gone relatively unnoticed, missed by the minds of men for hundreds of years.

 

In verse 18, John states “It is the Only Son, himself God, who is close to the Father’s heart, who has made him known.”

 

Except, there’s a mistake in the English translation.  The Greek word is not “heart,” nor is it “side” as other Bible’s state.

 

The correct Greek word is “bosom.”

 

“It is the Only Son, himself God,  who is close to the Father’s bosom.”

 

Heart/Side/Bosom.  An important difference;  ask anyone who has breast fed a child.

 

What we have here is not a generic  image of Jesus the son being held by God; we have the image of Jesus the child being breast fed by God.

 

Let that sink in.  John is telling us that Jesus dwells at the bosom of God, where Jesus is nourished by God.

 

This powerful understanding of the original Greek text comes from Professor Karoline Lewis, a teacher at Luther Seminary in St. Paul, MN.

 

In her commentary of John, Dr. Lewis explores the meaning of bosom in John.  Up until 1750, a prevalent image was of baby Jesus being nursed at the breast of Mary, an image used to symbolize the grace of God.

 

Think of the image- Jesus being nursed by Mary representing love, closeness, tenderness.  AGAPE. 

 

It is an intimate experience of a parent feeding her child, holding that child in their arms, looking upon their face, heartbeat near the baby’s ears.

 

This image represented God as provider, sustainer, nourisher.  The image of Jesus being fed at Mary’s bosom was a way to let believers know that God will provide.

 

Isn’t that what God did with bread and quail in the dessert?  Isn’t that what Jesus did with loaves and fishes in the wilderness?

 

All these stories, these images- of God who is Father who feeds us when we are hungry, who feeds the Son.  No wonder in Isaiah 55, the prophet  called all who hunger and all who thirst.  It’s God’s very nature.

 

This image of Jesus being at God’s bosom finds its reflection in the Last Supper.  In John 13 the beloved disciple rests upon Jesus’ bosom.  Chapters 1 and 13 are the only times the word “bosom” is used in John.

 

Who is this BELOVED ONE?  No one knows.  What if…that unnamed disciple is meant to represent you, represent me, meant to represent us?

 

Then we have a deeper image of Jesus, at the very beginning, being nourished at the bosom of God, and us, at the end of his ministry, being nourished at the bosom of Jesus.

 

It’s a shame we lost that image.  Cultural shifts took place,  modern medicine began to see the body as a thing, pop culture sensationalized normal practices.

 

Eventually the universal church  began to take away the image of Jesus at Mary’s breast, to be hidden away and forgotten.

 

Male scholars who translated the sacred texts could not image God having a bosom, nor breastfeeding, so they changed the word to mean “side” or “heart”.

 

In doing so, we lost a delicate  image of God that could have made all the difference.  Imagine if we still had this image of intimacy, nourishment, and tenderness.

 

But here is the Good News- thanks to the work of Rev.  Lewis we know this now, and with this knowledge, we have been granted an opportunity-

 

To see and talk about God as the Heavenly Parent who nourishes.

 

To worship believing this to be so.

 

To share God’s AGAPE love with those who hunger, those who thirst, be it our neighbors or those as far away as Biloxi or North Dakota, or even as close as ourselves.

 

What a joy it has been to journey Back to Bethlehem. 

 

Next week, as we come to the Lord’s Table let us hold onto this image of Christmas nourishment and a parent’s eternal love. 

 

Amen and amen.

Fig Tree or Footpaths, We Are Worthy; Luke 2:8-20

 

Rev. George Miller

Dec 25, 2025

Luke 2:8-20

 

One of the best sermons I ever heard was based on John 1:43-51.  Jesus is calling the 1^st disciples, one of them is Nathanael, who has been sitting under a fig tree, alone.

 

The preacher spoke about how Jesus is there for us those moments when we think no one else is; those times of solitude, reflection.

 

This message heard 20 years ago is so powerful that it shapes and speaks to the reading for today.

 

Here we have this beloved scene told so often about the shepherds in the field who have angels appear and go on a journey to Bethlehem to see the Holy Family, sharing what they have been told.

 

How it ties into Nathaniel under the fig tree is manyfold.  First, the shepherds are in a countryside location, about 2 miles away from where the miracle of Baby Jesus has taken place. 

 

Like Nathaniel, all alone under the fig tree, they are not surrounded by buildings or highways, St. Louis Bread Companies or Schnucks, but by rolling limestone hills, shallow valleys, and clumps of hardy grass.

 

The fact that the angel of the Lord stands before them and angels appear is amazing.  It means that among the footpaths worn out by their walking, the caves used for shelter, and the few trees spread out amongst the scrub, that God saw them, God knew they were there, and God felt they were worthy of receiving such Good News.

 

Second, the shepherds are not in the middle of mainstream activities. They’re not shopping with the masses or enjoying a movie or a musical at the MUNY.

 

Like Nathaniel under the fig tree, the shepherds are relatively alone.  They are spread out.  They are, in some ways…invisible. 

 

The shepherds are among the class of people that go unseen, the way we may not pay attention to the people who take our garbage or collect the chopping carts.

 

Yet God sees them, God does not allow their unappreciated social status or solitude to get in the way from bringing them great joy, opening the heavens to them, and making them visible to the Blessed Child.

 

Third, just like Nathaniel, we do not know why God chooses them.

 

The angels could have first come to Ceasar Augustus or to Governor Quirinius.  But they don’t.  Instead of appearing to head politicians, they appear to the people.

 

The angels could have come to Zechariah the Priest and his wife Elizabeth.  But they don’t.  Instead of appearing in the Temple or to the Levites, they appear to everyday workers in the field.

 

The angels could have appeared to those who owned the fields, owned the herds.  But they don’t.  Instead of appearing to the captains of industry, the angels appear to the overworked, underpaid employees hoping to earn their daily bread.

 

Today’s story is one for any of us who has ever had that moment in which we are by ourself, we’re experiencing a dark night, we’re not amongst the crowds and cool kids, and we wonder “Do we matter?”  “Does anyone care?”  “Does God know about me?’

 

“Do I make a difference.”

 

In other words, today’s story is for anyone who knows what it is like to sit under a fig tree, alone.

 

And the answer is “Yes.”

 

Yes we matter.   Yes, God cares.  Yes, God knows about you. 

 

We journey back to Bethlehem, reminded how magnificent the Christmas message is.

 

God loved the world so much that even after the Commandments, the prophets, the miracles, God did not stop. God chooses to come to us in flesh, wrapped with the same skin we have, to dwell amongst us.

 

One miracle of Christmas is that God could have arrived to us in numerous ways, from a mansion to a King’s quarters, as the son of a prominent star to the child of the world’s richest person.

 

Instead God chose to come to us humble, mild, vulnerable, with parents that could have easily been overlooked, born in a place where city officials could have kicked them out.

 

And that when God did appear in the fragile body of a child who had to be nursed, swaddled and given rest, it was to those who were alone, on the outskirts of town, simply trying to make it another day who the angels appeared to.

 

It was to those solitary individuals of the night in which the choir of heaven appeared and sung “Glory to God in the Highest and peace among those he favors.” 

 

That night that Christ was born, peace was given to those who had experienced the least amount of peace.

 

Glory was shown to those who were looking out at scrubs and thorny bushes.

 

The miracle of Christmas is how even those that the world may have forgotten were among the first to see and be told.

 

And how this miracle continues today, for anyone here, for anyone who may feel like they are sitting under that fig tree, alone, who has faced that long night, or was feeling far from the crowd.

 

Today’s tale is a celebration of the ways that God acts and reaches out to each and everyone one of us, all of us, even when we feel like we may be forgotten or are by ourselves.

 

We gives thanks for the birth of Baby Jesus, and how this glorious news is made known to all, no matter who we are and no matter what we are facing.

 

 Amen.