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February 11, 2007 I have lived a very sheltered life. I grew up in a fairly well off suburb in North Carolina. I went to a somewhat affluent high school that was known for being a good school. One could look out in the parking lot and see the range of income reflected in the cars parked there. There were trucks belonging to the kids whose parents ran farms. There were sport cars belonging to the kids whose parents were lawyers and doctors. There were second hand cars belonging to the kids whose parents’ incomes fell somewhere in the middle. I have lived a sheltered life. I was given the opportunity to attend college in the mountains of North Carolina, which held ski resorts and vacations homes and held homes in Appalachia. I attended seminary in the heart of Lexington KY, nestled among the busy campus environment of UK. I have lived a sheltered life. Until one course during seminary removed my blinders to the world around me. I had enrolled in the course called “The Church and the Urban Poor, well to be honest, I needed an ethics elective and I thought well this could be interesting. Famous last words. This course stretched me and knocked me from my ivory tower of security and leveled the playing field in the name of peace and justice. At the beginning of the class, we talked about peace and justice issues that concerned the urban poor and we read about the injustices of our society toward the urban poor. But it wasn’t until I was given a glimpse of the true community of the urban poor did I really understand the purpose of the course. It was field trip time during this course and we all loaded up in a borrowed church van and took off for the Federal Prison on Leestown Road. I had never been to a prison so I didn’t know what to expect. We arrived and filed through the door. The guard explains the procedure to go through the glass doors and the fact that one door would shut behind us before another one would open. We had to go through metal detectors before we could even go through the glass doors first. My classmates proceed through the metal detectors with no problem. One. Two. Next. It was my turn. I walk through and the detector goes off. “Please go through again.” I walk through again and it goes off again. “Ma’am if you could please come with us.” What! My mind was racing. Oh no. Do they think I am smuggling something in? Couldn’t they see that I was a good person? Did I look like someone who would do something bad? A level playing field is needed when it comes to talking about the kingdom of God. A level playing field that rights the wrongs of the world and embraces God’s justice for the oppressed. A level playing field that reverses our understanding of how the world works and invites us to began to understand how the kingdom of God works. That is how the author of Luke sets the scene for our story today. We learn that Jesus has called his disciples and leads them up a mountain for prayer and reflection. Then he proceeds to choose the twelve disciples who will follow him on his journey of teaching, healing, and preaching. And then we come to this story today. God’s Kingdom is not about being safe. God’s Kingdom is not a health and wealth gospel. God’s Kingdom is not about going through life with our blinders on to the injustices of the world. God’s Kingdom is about speaking out about the injustices of our world. God’s Kingdom is about creating a level playing field for all of God’s children. God’s Kingdom is about a reversal of fortunes, about changing our understanding, is about a love that is given not based on money or wealth but on the fact that we are all children of God. God’s Kingdom is a level playing field. It is only when we step down from our mountains of security, of safety, of sheltered lives and step on level ground with all people of God that we truly begin to understand the Kingdom of God. It is only when we level the playing field for all of God’s children by creating affordable health care for all regardless of status, by creating equal opportunity for educational programs for all regardless of income, by closing the poverty gap that we understand the blessings and woes of God. May we always share in the blessings and woes of the Kingdom of God. Amen. Rev. Heather McColl
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