from my message on July 20, 2014, from Matthew 1324-30, 36-43
Picture this: Bend, Texas. Not Big Bend on the Rio Grande, but Bend on the Colorado River, just above lake Buchanan. We are next to the Bend United Methodist Church, under a brush arbor. It is just a roof overhead, open sides. The valley is back here. Can you hear the cattle lowing? The cicadas? The Doves? The lay leader of the church is also the song leader. We are singing out of the old Cokesbury hymnal. The piano is out of tune. It's alright. There is a thunderhead building across over there in the distance. The lay leader says, "some of you who are not from around here are afraid it might rain. Some of us who live here are afraid it might not rain." We are at the Bend UMC revival. Three days of preaching and singing, hoping to get people to make a commitment to Christ. The lay leader introduces the preacher, Dave Mosser. Dave and I went to seminary together. We played on the soccer team together. I was a midfielder. He was a striker, one who scored goals. Dave preached on this passage from Matthew. I will never forget it. I won't do it with exact words, but it went something like this:
This parable that Jesus told, maybe it is just a simple story about judgment. In Matthew's gospel, just before these kingdom parables, the religious leaders, the Pharisees have hit Jesus pretty hard. They have questioned his authority. They have even begun a plot to kill him. Jesus' own family has started to doubt him. Maybe Jesus told a story about God's judgment at the last days when the harvest would reveal who was good and who was not. Harvest was an Old Testament metaphor for judgment. Do you think that's what this parable is about?
Maybe it is a simple story that got made into an allegory by the early church. They were the ones who made each part of the story stand for something: sower is the Son of Man, the good seed are the children of the kingdom, etc. Maybe there were undergoing the same kind of persecution that Jesus went through. They interpreted the parable for their time, saying that God would judge at the harvest. That truth gave them assurance. Is that what this story is about?
Maybe this story is about the inner workings of the church itself. Maybe as the church grew in numbers, maybe there grew a concern about purity. Maybe some persons were lax in their faith or even denied their faith. Surely they would need to be removed, rooted out. I know that this never happens in the church today, this desire to correct others who have gone the wrong way. (laughter) Is the church ever entirely pure?
You know where I think all of the denomination within the Christian Church come from? I think it is from our desire to correct each other, to try to get it right this time. I looked it up again this week in my book on American Christianity. There are over 250 major denominations in the US! At least 19 of them have Methodist or Wesleyan in their name! We are not the United Methodist Church. At best, we are the uniting Methodist Church. Our desire for purity that leads us to root out the bad people, maybe that's the meaning of this story. Is that what you think?
Maybe it's not just about the church. In the story, the field is identified as the world. Maybe God's judgment is upon the whole world. Is that what you think?
Are you getting irritated with me? I know I was with Dave. "Come on. What's the point? Just spit it out."
The point of this story is very simple, just one word......Wait. Say it to yourself. Say it out loud. Wait.
In this parable, I think we are the slaves, the workers in the fields. We are anxious. We are impatient. "Where did these weeds come from? Do you want us to go out right now and pull up all the weeds?
The master, says, Wait. Verse 30, "let them both grow together until the harvest...at harvest time..the reapers will gather up the weeds and burn them....but gather up the wheat into my barn."
In my research this past week, I came across a great quote, from ...you are going to love this book The Pastor's Survival Manual. "Workaholics harm themselves and others by caving in to the persistent urge to do something, take action, or control events when the opposite is needed. Workaholics are reluctant to let matters unfold naturally, so they rush in to fill the perceived void of inactivity with anything that will keep themselves busy and events churning. As a result, problems often grow larger because workaholics cannot leave them alone. Situations get worse because of irritation from their constant tinkering, from forcing premature activity, or from spending too much time with small matters, thereby granting them greater importance." Do any of you identify with this quote? The master's response is Wait.
I am part of an oppressed minority. I am an Aggie American. Yes, I have a degree from Texas A & M. I grew up on farm. I get Jesus' simple message in the wheat and the weeds. When the wheat and weeds were both immature, they both looked nearly identical. So how could you pull up only the weeds? When they both grew to maturity, then their roots were intertwined. So how could you pull up the weeds without destroying the wheat too? The message is clear. Wait, wait for the harvest.
We can apply this teaching to a very personal level. There was a magazine that had been sitting on my desk for weeks. I picked it up this past week, and the right article was waiting for me. A pastor in our UMC was writing about his daughter JoJo. She was in college and irritated at a male classmate. She was about to go "full force" on him. This pastor, Kirk Byron Jones, said, you don't want JoJo to go full force on you. She was so sure she was right. More importantly , she was sure that he was wrong. Just before she went full force, she paused, and began to listen. As she listened, her viewpoint changed. She wasn't so right. He wasn't so wrong. Wait.
We can apply this teaching even on the international stage. We have a crisis on the Texas border. A lot of undocumented people from Central America are showing up. Many of them are women and children. Many of them are young children. One response has been a series of protests: signs, barbed wire, "we don't want you here." I am not sure that is the most helpful response, but I understand where it is coming from. On the other side, we have a rescue mentality. "Let's send a bunch of food and clothing and water and supplies to help." Yes, we need to take care of some immediate needs for these vulnerable ones. But Wait. Something deeper is going on here.
We have been doing this mission study on Helping Without Hurting. So many times, we rich, white, powerful American Christians rush in and cause more harm than good in our attempts to help. Wait. What is causing all of these people to come to our border? Can you imagine sending your children more than a thousand miles to some strange land? How bad must it be in Central America?
National Public Radio had an insightful report on this situation last week. Many people are escaping gang violence in Honduras. These gangs have their origins in Los Angeles! Members of gangs in LA were deported back to Central America. They had no family, no connections, so in order to cope they banded together and became powerful. Now they intimidate children to sell drugs like in today's Austin American-Statesman article. If you don't they beat you up, or kill your father.
There is a crisis at our border, but to solve it, it will take a long term approach, a long term relationship with people in Central America. Wait.
We need to wait, because we are not the final judge. Only God is. Aren't you glad that Jesus waited on his 12 disciples? One betrayed him, one denied him, all deserted him, yet he didn't weed them out.
I did my work in spiritual direction at Boston College. One of the nuns there had a great definition for sin. She said, Sin is the failure to pause. Wait. BC is a Jesuit university. The Jesuits have a wonderful way of making decisions. In hard situations, they make a tentative decision. Then they wait. They live with that tentative decision for a while to see if they have consolation, peace, assurance, before making the final decision.
The good news I have for you today is....Wait.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
Hope for the Harvest
from my message on July 13, 2014, from Matthew 13:1-9, 18-23
May I tell you a story? He lived in a little town, where there was not much to do. He and little brother had little money with which to do anything anyway. So they thought, "There's a pool table in the Methodist church. Let's shoot pool there." The door was locked, so they broke in. They were having fun shooting pool. The big brother scratched on a shot. The cue ball went flying off the table across the floor. He went after it. He found it in the hand of a big man standing there, the preacher of the church. Argghh! What was going to happen? What was he going to say? He said, "What if I got you your own key so you could play pool whenever you wanted, and could bring your friends?" Wow! Can you believe it?
And then the camera turned to the old man being interviewed, because this was a video the United Methodist Church produced. He said, "I was that young boy. I am now a retired United Methodist pastor. I became a pastor largely because of what that pastor and that church did for me. Over the years, I have helped hundreds of persons come to faith in Jesus Christ."
This story is so outrageous, so unexpected, that it has to be of God. Some seed falls on good soil, and it produces 100 fold. It is a story of hope.
I love to tell stories. When I came to be your pastor 7 years ago, in my very first sermon, I asked, May I tell you a story? My dad was a great storyteller. I aspire to be half the storyteller he was. Jesus like to tell stories. He followed in a great line of Old Testament prophets who got their points across by saying, "there was basket of good figs and a basket of rotten figs..." "a potter had a vessel that was spoiled in his hands and he flattened it, and began reshaping the clay..."
There's an old Jewish saying, God loved stories, so he created humankind.
In today's scripture, Jesus tells a story, a parable. If you come to worship over the next few weeks, you will get to hear some more stories of Jesus. Parables give us room to move around and find our place within the story. We don't so much interpret them as they interpret us. I think that at the earliest telling Jesus told a story that had but one point, the parable, like we find in the first 9 verses. I think it is about hope for the harvest. I think the second part of the reading came from the early church. It is an allegory, where each part is assigned a meaning: the sower is Jesus, the soils are the different responses to the good news of Jesus, etc. The allegory came from a time when the early church was under persecution and many were resistant to accepting Christ or were finding it easy to drop their new Christian faith. Even if came later, the story is still true.
The story is one of hope. I want to read each part of the story through the lens of hope. So the seed that fell on the path and was picked up by birds maybe was intended to be planted somewhere else. You know your botany, how plants spread. Birds eat seeds from here and poop them out over there, and the species expands. I am not making this up. Plants travel to new places this way. Maybe the seed didn't find root here but someplace else.
In a book called Overhearing the Gospel, there is a story of a man who had lost his faith. He was taking a shortcut through the early evening through a cemetery. He heard an old man talking to his grandson on the other side of the hedge. He paused. The old man was trying to explain to his grandson about the death of his son, the young one's father. He talked about the resurrection and hope. The man who was taking the shortcut through the cemetery got the good news that was intended somewhere else. Even the seed that falls on the path and is carried away by birds may be a story of hope.
Some seed falls on rocky ground with thin soil. It grows rapidly and then dies quickly. I am going to be in the cool mountains of New Mexico soon, at Angel Fire. I love driving through Cimmaron Canyon. There are sheer granite cliffs hundreds of feet high. Coming out of those cliffs you will see some tall pine trees. How do they grow? There is no soil at all! Seeds grow in the most unlikely of places, even flowers between cracks in city sidewalks.
Our United Methodist church will plant missions where there seems to be little or no soil. We will go to ghettos, depressed inner cities, centers of drug abuse, etc. Some of those seed grow and bear fruit even in these most unlikely places.
Some seeds fell among thorns and weeds which choked out the plants. The story said that it was cares of this world and the lure of wealth that got in the way. Maybe we in Westlake can identify with this part of the story. Anybody here know some anxiety or worry over finances more than faith?
When I first started in ministry, I was pretty cocky, pretty sure. I went to the senior pastor at St. John's here in Austin, where I was the associate pastor. I said, "We should be doing more for the poor, the hungry, the vulnerable. We are too rich, too comfortable around here." Mal Hierholzer said, "Don't the rich and comfortable need the gospel too....maybe more so?" Seeds of hope are planted even among thorns. Maybe even here in our community.
Then there is the good soil, where the seed bear up to 100 fold. In biblical times, a harvest of 7-10 times was considered good. 100 times would be wonderful. There is hope for the harvest.
This parable is not about efficiency and effectiveness. This God throws seeds out everywhere, not just the good soil. This God lavishes his grace upon us.
This church is not efficient or effective either (smile). It is summertime. We print way too many bulletins. Look at all of that paper wasted. We baptize people who don't understand what they are getting into. And we will serve communion to absolutely anyone!
When I was senior pastor at St. John's here in Austin, I remember a time when it was Boy Scout Sunday. A woman from the neighborhood brought her den with her in their uniforms. I knew her. Our kids went to the same elementary school together. It happened that we had the sacrament of communion that Sunday. She came forward with her den to receive. She came to me. I broke off a piece of bread, and said, "The body of Christ for you." She burst into tears. She was shattered right there in front of me. Later that afternoon, I called her on the phone. "What happened there in worship when I served you communion?" She said, "That was the first time in more than 20 years that I had communion. When I was younger, my parents got a divorce. Our church shunned us. I was not going to go back ever again. Today was the first day I felt welcomed back." She became active in our church. There is hope for the harvest.
The story is not so much about us and the 4 soils. It is about God who will throw seeds out absolutely everywhere, because some of them produce up to 100 fold.
Let me sing it for you from Godspell:
Find your place in the story. It is a story of hope. Amen.
May I tell you a story? He lived in a little town, where there was not much to do. He and little brother had little money with which to do anything anyway. So they thought, "There's a pool table in the Methodist church. Let's shoot pool there." The door was locked, so they broke in. They were having fun shooting pool. The big brother scratched on a shot. The cue ball went flying off the table across the floor. He went after it. He found it in the hand of a big man standing there, the preacher of the church. Argghh! What was going to happen? What was he going to say? He said, "What if I got you your own key so you could play pool whenever you wanted, and could bring your friends?" Wow! Can you believe it?
And then the camera turned to the old man being interviewed, because this was a video the United Methodist Church produced. He said, "I was that young boy. I am now a retired United Methodist pastor. I became a pastor largely because of what that pastor and that church did for me. Over the years, I have helped hundreds of persons come to faith in Jesus Christ."
This story is so outrageous, so unexpected, that it has to be of God. Some seed falls on good soil, and it produces 100 fold. It is a story of hope.
I love to tell stories. When I came to be your pastor 7 years ago, in my very first sermon, I asked, May I tell you a story? My dad was a great storyteller. I aspire to be half the storyteller he was. Jesus like to tell stories. He followed in a great line of Old Testament prophets who got their points across by saying, "there was basket of good figs and a basket of rotten figs..." "a potter had a vessel that was spoiled in his hands and he flattened it, and began reshaping the clay..."
There's an old Jewish saying, God loved stories, so he created humankind.
In today's scripture, Jesus tells a story, a parable. If you come to worship over the next few weeks, you will get to hear some more stories of Jesus. Parables give us room to move around and find our place within the story. We don't so much interpret them as they interpret us. I think that at the earliest telling Jesus told a story that had but one point, the parable, like we find in the first 9 verses. I think it is about hope for the harvest. I think the second part of the reading came from the early church. It is an allegory, where each part is assigned a meaning: the sower is Jesus, the soils are the different responses to the good news of Jesus, etc. The allegory came from a time when the early church was under persecution and many were resistant to accepting Christ or were finding it easy to drop their new Christian faith. Even if came later, the story is still true.
The story is one of hope. I want to read each part of the story through the lens of hope. So the seed that fell on the path and was picked up by birds maybe was intended to be planted somewhere else. You know your botany, how plants spread. Birds eat seeds from here and poop them out over there, and the species expands. I am not making this up. Plants travel to new places this way. Maybe the seed didn't find root here but someplace else.
In a book called Overhearing the Gospel, there is a story of a man who had lost his faith. He was taking a shortcut through the early evening through a cemetery. He heard an old man talking to his grandson on the other side of the hedge. He paused. The old man was trying to explain to his grandson about the death of his son, the young one's father. He talked about the resurrection and hope. The man who was taking the shortcut through the cemetery got the good news that was intended somewhere else. Even the seed that falls on the path and is carried away by birds may be a story of hope.
Some seed falls on rocky ground with thin soil. It grows rapidly and then dies quickly. I am going to be in the cool mountains of New Mexico soon, at Angel Fire. I love driving through Cimmaron Canyon. There are sheer granite cliffs hundreds of feet high. Coming out of those cliffs you will see some tall pine trees. How do they grow? There is no soil at all! Seeds grow in the most unlikely of places, even flowers between cracks in city sidewalks.
Our United Methodist church will plant missions where there seems to be little or no soil. We will go to ghettos, depressed inner cities, centers of drug abuse, etc. Some of those seed grow and bear fruit even in these most unlikely places.
Some seeds fell among thorns and weeds which choked out the plants. The story said that it was cares of this world and the lure of wealth that got in the way. Maybe we in Westlake can identify with this part of the story. Anybody here know some anxiety or worry over finances more than faith?
When I first started in ministry, I was pretty cocky, pretty sure. I went to the senior pastor at St. John's here in Austin, where I was the associate pastor. I said, "We should be doing more for the poor, the hungry, the vulnerable. We are too rich, too comfortable around here." Mal Hierholzer said, "Don't the rich and comfortable need the gospel too....maybe more so?" Seeds of hope are planted even among thorns. Maybe even here in our community.
Then there is the good soil, where the seed bear up to 100 fold. In biblical times, a harvest of 7-10 times was considered good. 100 times would be wonderful. There is hope for the harvest.
This parable is not about efficiency and effectiveness. This God throws seeds out everywhere, not just the good soil. This God lavishes his grace upon us.
This church is not efficient or effective either (smile). It is summertime. We print way too many bulletins. Look at all of that paper wasted. We baptize people who don't understand what they are getting into. And we will serve communion to absolutely anyone!
When I was senior pastor at St. John's here in Austin, I remember a time when it was Boy Scout Sunday. A woman from the neighborhood brought her den with her in their uniforms. I knew her. Our kids went to the same elementary school together. It happened that we had the sacrament of communion that Sunday. She came forward with her den to receive. She came to me. I broke off a piece of bread, and said, "The body of Christ for you." She burst into tears. She was shattered right there in front of me. Later that afternoon, I called her on the phone. "What happened there in worship when I served you communion?" She said, "That was the first time in more than 20 years that I had communion. When I was younger, my parents got a divorce. Our church shunned us. I was not going to go back ever again. Today was the first day I felt welcomed back." She became active in our church. There is hope for the harvest.
The story is not so much about us and the 4 soils. It is about God who will throw seeds out absolutely everywhere, because some of them produce up to 100 fold.
Let me sing it for you from Godspell:
All Good Gifts
Guitar Chords and
Lyrics
INTRO: (A _ Em) 2x
A
Em G
D
We plough the fields
and scatter the good seed on the land
A
B/A Dm
A9
But it is fed and
watered by God's almighty hands
A
Em
G
D
He sends the snow in
winter, the warmth to swell the grain
C#m7
DM7
Ebm7
E - Esus - E
The breezes and the
sunshine, the soft refreshing rain
REFRAIN:
A DM7
GM7-CM7
All good gifts around
us,
A
DM7 GM7-CM7
Are sent from heaven
above
F#m7(pause) C#m7-F#m7(pause)
C#m7
G - D
So thank the Lord,
thank the Lord for all His love
A
Em G
D
We thank Thee then, oh
Father, for all things bright and good
A
B/A Dm
A9
The seed time and the
harvest, our life, our health, our food
A
Em
G
D
No gifts we have to
offer, for all Thy love imparts
C#m7
DM7
Ebm7
E - Esus - E
But that which Thou
desirest- our humble, thankful hearts.
(Ref)
Bridge:
D
A
DM7 - GM7 - CM7
I really want to thank You, Lord
A
DM7
GM7 - CM7
I want to thank You Lord, thank You for all Your love
A
DM7
GM7
CM7
Oh thank You Lord, I want to thank You Lord.
Asus - A
Thank You, Lord.Find your place in the story. It is a story of hope. Amen.
Monday, July 7, 2014
Freedom
from my message on July 6, 2014 from Gal. 5:1, 13-14
So, how was your 4th of July? Did you spend some time around a table? Was it a picnic table, or kitchen table, or dining room table, or tray table while watching soccer or tennis from Wimbledon? What did you eat? Was it BBQ, fried chicken, hot dogs, hamburgers, any tofu burgers out there? With whom did you gather? Was it family or friends?
We gather today around another table. We gather as Americans to celebrate our independence, now 238 years. We celebrate our freedom form the tyranny of Great Britain. We also celebrate that 50 years ago the Civil Rights Act was signed into law, outlawing discrimination by race, color, religion, sex, national origin. We gather as Christians around this table to celebrate that all people are welcome here. You don't have to earn it or fight for it. There's a place for you at this table.
Our freedom as followers of Christ is rooted in the Jewish Passover feast. Our Jewish ancestors were once slaves in Egypt. The gods of the Egyptians said, Make more bricks. The God of the Hebrews, Yahweh, said, Let my people go. The Passover feast celebrates that we have a God who is a liberator.
Jesus celebrated a Passover feast with his closest friends before his passion and resurrection. He offered there another kind of freedom. He changed the words of the liturgy. He said, This is my body given for you. He said, This is my blood poured out for you and for many, for the forgiveness of sins. This may be the kind of freedom you need today, freedom from guilt and shame, from a past that drags you down. Where do you need forgiveness today?
We come to today's scripture where Paul says, For freedom you have been set free; only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for self-indulgence. Paul says that our freedom is freedom from sin and freedom to serve others. God has freely chosen us, so that we might serve others. Love of neighbor is the highest expression of freedom.
Our high school youth have just come back from a mission trip from ReCre in North Carolina. I understand from Diane our youth director that the seniors on the trip did not use it as an opportunity to haze the freshmen, but that the seniors actively mentored the younger students. That is an example of true freedom. Not to mention high school youth taking a week of their summer off to go roof houses in the hot summer sun. That is an expression of Christian freedom.
I will sing it for you, Freely, Freely, you have received,
Freely, Freely, Give,
Go in my name and because you believe,
Others will know that I live.
This freedom can even be expressed on a political level. Consider this:
Anti-Semitic German preacher Ahlwardt came to New York in 1895 to advocate a crusade against Jews. The city's Jewish leaders went to the police commissioner, Teddy Roosevelt, and demanded that Ahlwardt not be allowed to speak. But Roosevelt insisted that the German was entitled to freedom of speech regardless of his views and even required police protection. So Roosevelt personally appointed the man's security guards: 40 policemen, all of them Jewish.
Isn't that great?
This freedom can even be expressed on an international level. Consider this:
In his autobiography Long Walk to Freedom, Nelson Mandela tells of a place he came to during his 27 years in prison: "It was during those long and lonely years that my hunger for the freedom of my own people became a hunger for the freedom of all people, white and black. I knew as well as I knew anything that the oppressor must be liberated just as surely as the oppressed. A man who takes away another man's freedom is a prisoner of hatred; he is locked behind the bars of prejudice and narrow-mindedness. I am not truly free if I am taking away someone else's freedom, just as surely as I am not free when my freedom is taken from me. The oppressed and the oppressor alike are robbed of their humanity."
Come to the table. All are welcome here, at this table of freedom.
So, how was your 4th of July? Did you spend some time around a table? Was it a picnic table, or kitchen table, or dining room table, or tray table while watching soccer or tennis from Wimbledon? What did you eat? Was it BBQ, fried chicken, hot dogs, hamburgers, any tofu burgers out there? With whom did you gather? Was it family or friends?
We gather today around another table. We gather as Americans to celebrate our independence, now 238 years. We celebrate our freedom form the tyranny of Great Britain. We also celebrate that 50 years ago the Civil Rights Act was signed into law, outlawing discrimination by race, color, religion, sex, national origin. We gather as Christians around this table to celebrate that all people are welcome here. You don't have to earn it or fight for it. There's a place for you at this table.
Our freedom as followers of Christ is rooted in the Jewish Passover feast. Our Jewish ancestors were once slaves in Egypt. The gods of the Egyptians said, Make more bricks. The God of the Hebrews, Yahweh, said, Let my people go. The Passover feast celebrates that we have a God who is a liberator.
Jesus celebrated a Passover feast with his closest friends before his passion and resurrection. He offered there another kind of freedom. He changed the words of the liturgy. He said, This is my body given for you. He said, This is my blood poured out for you and for many, for the forgiveness of sins. This may be the kind of freedom you need today, freedom from guilt and shame, from a past that drags you down. Where do you need forgiveness today?
We come to today's scripture where Paul says, For freedom you have been set free; only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for self-indulgence. Paul says that our freedom is freedom from sin and freedom to serve others. God has freely chosen us, so that we might serve others. Love of neighbor is the highest expression of freedom.
Our high school youth have just come back from a mission trip from ReCre in North Carolina. I understand from Diane our youth director that the seniors on the trip did not use it as an opportunity to haze the freshmen, but that the seniors actively mentored the younger students. That is an example of true freedom. Not to mention high school youth taking a week of their summer off to go roof houses in the hot summer sun. That is an expression of Christian freedom.
I will sing it for you, Freely, Freely, you have received,
Freely, Freely, Give,
Go in my name and because you believe,
Others will know that I live.
This freedom can even be expressed on a political level. Consider this:
Anti-Semitic German preacher Ahlwardt came to New York in 1895 to advocate a crusade against Jews. The city's Jewish leaders went to the police commissioner, Teddy Roosevelt, and demanded that Ahlwardt not be allowed to speak. But Roosevelt insisted that the German was entitled to freedom of speech regardless of his views and even required police protection. So Roosevelt personally appointed the man's security guards: 40 policemen, all of them Jewish.
Isn't that great?
This freedom can even be expressed on an international level. Consider this:
In his autobiography Long Walk to Freedom, Nelson Mandela tells of a place he came to during his 27 years in prison: "It was during those long and lonely years that my hunger for the freedom of my own people became a hunger for the freedom of all people, white and black. I knew as well as I knew anything that the oppressor must be liberated just as surely as the oppressed. A man who takes away another man's freedom is a prisoner of hatred; he is locked behind the bars of prejudice and narrow-mindedness. I am not truly free if I am taking away someone else's freedom, just as surely as I am not free when my freedom is taken from me. The oppressed and the oppressor alike are robbed of their humanity."
Come to the table. All are welcome here, at this table of freedom.
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