A sermon preached at St. Andrew's On-the-Sound Episcopal Church in Wilmington, NC on
July 21, 2013. The texts were Amos 8:1-12 and Luke 10:38-42.
Given recent events, it’s difficult to watch the news, or grab the paper, or follow someone’s Facebook stream or Twitter feed and not get caught up in the passionate yet confused conversation about justice in America. It’s difficult, almost impossible not to. The confusion and the anger many are feeling is palpable. The intensity of the competing emotions of hurt for some and triumph for others can almost be tasted, an inescapable reality for those of us living in this divided and fallen world. Old wounds that never really healed have new salt put on them, and memories of old injustices from the past influence the question of “What is just or unjust” in the present today. It’s good that our country is having a passionate conversation, for nothing is worthy of our passion if justice isn’t found worthy. But it’s also confused, filled with uncertainty, filled with anger, for it’s a conversation being had by all types of people, people united by nothing else than perhaps our brokenness.