Sermon for March 23, 2016

Welcome: Rev. Neal Locke, First Presbyterian Church

Good morning, and welcome. I love preaching here in this church, where some of my earliest memories as a child are listening to the sermons of the Rev. Don L. Foresman, who was a pastor here during the 1980s. Rev. Foresman went on to become the district Superintindent for El Paso, and then in the late 90's he retired to his hometown of Tulsa, Oklahoma, where I happened to be attending college at the time. I ran into him once at a conference. He remembered me, asked about grandparents, Betty and Ruben Larson (members here), and then we talked for awhile about the church and ministry. At the end of our conversation, he walked with me over to the conference bookstsore, picked up and paid for a little red booklet, which he handed to me. It was called "The Christian as Minister." He said to me, "I want you to read this. I think God might be calling you into ministry as a pastor." Rev. Foresman was the first person to tell me that.

Last April, after a lifetime of faithful service to God's kingdom, Don Foreseman went home to be with the Lord. So as I find myself once again in this beautiful sanctuary, where it all began, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to express my gratitude to him, and to this church that nurtured me and my family for many years.

And since I got to pick the hymns today, I also couldn't pass up the opportunity to sing my favorite Methodist hymn, which for some unfortunate reason, has been neglected by my Presbyterian peers.

Prayer: Rev. Neal Locke

Lord, you have said that the grass withers and the flower fades, but your word endures forever. Open our hearts and minds today to the message you would have us receive. And may the words of my mouth and the meditations of all of our hearts be acceptable in your sight, our rock, and our redeemer.

John 13:21-30

21 After he had said this, Jesus was troubled in spirit and testified, “Very truly I tell you, one of you is going to betray me.” 22 His disciples stared at one another, at a loss to know which of them he meant. 23 One of them, the disciple whom Jesus loved, was reclining next to him. 24 Simon Peter motioned to this disciple and said, “Ask him which one he means.” 25 Leaning back against Jesus, he asked him, “Lord, who is it?” 26 Jesus answered, “It is the one to whom I will give this piece of bread when I have dipped it in the dish.” Then, dipping the piece of bread, he gave it to Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot. 27 As soon as Judas took the bread, Satan entered into him. So Jesus told him, “What you are about to do, do quickly.” 28 But no one at the meal understood why Jesus said this to him. 29 Since Judas had charge of the money, some thought Jesus was telling him to buy what was needed for the festival, or to give something to the poor. 30 As soon as Judas had taken the bread, he went out. And it was night.

A Rough Year for Bad Guys

When I came back to El Paso almost four years ago, in this group of downtown church pastors, I was the "new guy" and as such, I got last choice of which day to preach. The scripture passages are essentially the same every year for Holy Week. Monday is always the story of Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead, Tuesday is always the passage where Jesus tells his followers that his hour has come. Wednesday is always the betrayal by Judas Iscariot, Thursday is the last supper and washing of the disciples feet, and Friday is always the passion story--the arrest, trial, and crucifixion of Jesus.

So...for my first two years, guess who got to preach on Judas day? Have you ever tried flipping through a hymnal to see if there are any Judas hymns? David Lowrie, at least, was thankful. Before I came, he was the new guy and always had to preach on Judas day. But finally, this year, I wasn't the new guy anymore. Finally, this year, I had my choice of days and scripture passages. And so, when we were going around the table voicing our preferences, I was probably about as surprised as everyone else to hear myself say, "I'll take Judas. Again."

Hymn: The Old Rugged Cross Benediction: Rev. Neal Locke Postlude: Rick Garven