Wednesday, January 28, 2026

When the Well Brings Reconciliation; John 4:5-15

 

Rev. George Miller

Feb 1, 2026

John 4:5-15

 

1,800 years ago is a man named Jacob.  He’s made lots of bad choices.  Stole from his brother; deceived his father.

 

Jacob has wrestled with God as the moon transitioned into the sun.  He is given a new name, Isreal, and makes amends with his Brother.

 

He comes to a place in the north, a rich piece of earth filled with green grass, wild bees and cream-colored butterflies.  He purchases a plot of land and establishes a place to be….still.

 

Upon his deathbed, he leaves this land to his son, Joseph.  As years pass, traditions take place, legacy lives on, the well that is there becomes known as Jacob’s well.

 

Jacob’s Well evolves into a place where people can remember their ancestors, be reminded of their inheritance, go in gratitude for all that God has done.

 

Jacob’s Well is not just water to quench your thirst or water to cook lentil stew, but a place of belonging and communal memory.

 

But, 750 years ago, something horrible happens.  The Northern Kingdom is attacked, and Samaria falls into enemy hands.  Citizens are deported.  The enemy starts taking wives, introducing their beliefs; their gods. 

 

The people living by Jacob’s well begin to change.  They are Jews but not Jews.  They become the “cousins we don’t talk about.” 

 

Now, 450 years ago the people of Samaria do something seen as brash: they build their own temple with their own priests and systems.  They proclaim that they, not Judah, are home to the true Temple.

 

This upsets the people of the South even more.  The Samaritans are demonized, vilified, seen as vulgar, nonhuman.  They are called thieves, impure, demon possessed.

 

No self-respecting person from the South would be seen in Samaria. In terms of safety it has a more heightened stigma of East St. Louis or Cabrini- Green.

 

And yet…and yet in this city of Samaria, supposedly surrounded by the most dangerous, impure, stood Jacob’s Well.

 

A place where the Patriarchs and Matriarchs received sustenance, a place of memory, legacy, and a historical connection with God.

 

But it is a place where no one from Jerusalem would ever visit, or self-respecting follower of God would go.  It is as if Jacob’s Well is forever gone; dead…

 

So- here we are today.  We are at Jacob’s Well in Samaria.  It’s noon.  The sun is out; it is hot. 

 

Unlike Nicodemus’ visit in the dark of night, it is bright, bright, bright, where all can see.

 

And what do we see in the bright sunshine of Samaria at the Well of Jacob that no self-respecting Jew has chosen to visit for centuries?

 

We see Jesus, the very Jewish son of God, standing beside a woman from Samaria, and they are talking.

 

Like talking, talking. He says something, she says something.  He makes a request; she responds. 

 

It is a stunning sight to behold.  Shocking.  Scandalous.

 

He answers; she speaks back, bringing her knowledge of history and Jacob into the conversation.

 

He responds with a riddle only a professor of philosophy could understand and she doesn’t bat an eye but speaks right back.

 

Up to this point it is the longest conversation Jesus has had with anyone in John.

 

Here we are, 750 years after the fall of Samaria, and we see Jesus, a Jew who was expected to follow the purity laws who should have traveled another way, not engage a woman in theological conversation, nor think about drinking from the same cup.

 

Here we are, 450 years after the Samaritans brashly built their own temple, we see a woman who should not speak to any man of foreign background, who should avoid all things shameful.

 

And yet, here we are today, under the full afternoon sun, out in the middle of the city where all could see, judge, gossip, condemn.

 

And they are talking; interacting; discussing things like they’re at Eden Seminary.

 

What we see here it yet another example of Jesus and the people around him being subversive.

 

Here we have another example of why, “bam” the hammer was struck into the nails.

 

Here we see Jesus doing the unexpected and improper.

 

But what we also see is the past reuniting with the present to become part of a wonderful future.

 

This is a moment of healing; a moment of reconciliation.  This is the moment where 2 nations begin to revive a relationship.

 

Jacob’s Well, once almost seen as gone, dead, is wonderfully here, now.  Perhaps, we can even say this is a moment of Resurrection.

 

Imagine, that at this moment, as we see the Woman of Samaria and Jesus talking, that their ancestor Jacob is there, and so is Rachel, and so is Joseph and his wife Asenath and so on and so on. 

 

Imagine, if at this moment as Jesus and the Woman Of Samaria speak and discuss theology and God, that all of history is there, to watch, to smile, to be pleased.

 

For that which had seemed to be gone forever now is on its ways to grow and flourish and be part of the Kingdom of God here on earth.

 

Jesus stays there for 2 days, eating, fellowshipping with them.  Upon his resurrection, Christ announces that people will be witnesses to Jerusalem and Samaria (Acts 1:8). 

 

Philip goes to Samaria to preach; Peter and John join him, where they successfully minister to many, many villages.

 

At this Well, it is about more then water; it is about more than thirst or theology.

 

It is about the ability for Jesus to overcome the turmoil and disagreements, the vilification of others and the hate of someone different.

 

At this well, we see a moment in which the past is remembered, the ancestors who came before are honored, memory and legacy are seen as a gift.

 

As thus, this present moment becomes richer and more meaningful, and the future opens up to unlimited possibilities.

 

What an honor to be at Jacob’s Well today, and to see how Jesus invites the Samaritan Woman and each of us to think about what Living Water can mean. 

 

Amen.

Wednesday, January 21, 2026

Seeing God's Kingdom During a Dark, Dangerous Time; John 3:1-10; 16

 

Rev. George Miller

Jan 25, 2026

John 3:1-10; 16

 

Here we are during a dangerous time.  Rome has occupied Jerusalem.  Armed soldiers are everywhere.  Crosses stand in the distance like billboards reminding folk of what can happen if they get out of line. 

 

People of all backgrounds and skin tones have come to the Holy City to honor God.  Jesus has just used a whip to upend cattle and change.

 

There is the unspoken sense that people are treading lightly; not knowing what’s next.

 

In the darkness of night, a religious leader comes to Jesus, careful that the armed guards and traditionalists do not see him.

 

The threat of his reputation and safety is real.

 

And once he is in the safety of the Good Shepherd, he asks his questions to gather more info.

 

What he receives instead is akin to a riddle and a challenge to his own pedigree and understanding.

Under the protection of night, Nicodemus hears about God’s kingdom and a wind that blows.

 

We may all ask ourselves “What does this mean?”  Like last week, we will not tell you what this means, but invite you to think for yourself.

 

Here is an approach I offer: at the dark of night during dangerous times, Jesus says no one can see the Kingdom of God.

 

Christians often think this is about “heaven,” being accepted inside after we die, and only those who are born again get to go.

 

But I wonder if Jesus is referring to the Kingdom of God as being right here, right now, and that not everyone is at a place in their life in which they can see it…but that everyone has the ability to see it.

 

And by “see,” perhaps what Jesus means is to “recognize,” to “appreciate,” and to “realize.”

 

Maybe in this story, told under the dark of night during a dangerous time, Jesus is saying “Not everyone has the ability to realize the Kingdom of God is present.  Not everyone can see the Kingdom is here.”

 

“But those who do, those who can, are able to participate in the ways of the Kingdom that allow life to be celebrated here on earth.”

 

And what are some of those ways?

 

The Ministry of Lydia’s House, where next week we get to purchase pot pies to support their care for women, families and pets.

 

Feed My People, where we are encouraged today to take home a yellow bag and return it next week filled with groceries to feed the hungriest and least of these.

 

Our offerings, which allow us to be a presence in a time like this.

 

Our gifts that we give today and each week empower us to strive to maintain a loving and inclusive culture of respect and compassion that affirms people of all colors, cultures, and views of the world.

 

Nicodemus was very, very afraid when he visited Jesus, and he may not have fully understood all that Jesus talked about.

 

But when he arrived home, and the sun began to rise, transformation began to take place.

 

In John 7:45, when the police and priests try to rile the crowd against Jesus, it is Nicodemus, in broad daylight, who speaks up, saying they are not following the law. 

 

In John 19, Nicodemus participates in taking Jesus’s body off the cross, ensuring he has a proper burial.

 

Nicodemus played his own part in making heaven seen when he spoke up in truth and when he showed compassion to the flesh of an unjustly convicted Jesus.

 

Like Nicodemus, we too live during dangerous times, and like him we also get to discern how we will get to allow our experience with Jesus to shape how we live in this world and amongst others.

 

Amen.

Wednesday, January 14, 2026

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.  

Wednesday, January 7, 2026

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.”