What if the purse that doesn’t wear out is no purse at all? What is our unfailing treasure in heaven? It is not this building, this beautiful space that we love, and it is not our former glory. Our treasure is not our longing for more people or more resources. It is not our bank accounts or the tangible treasures we might keep at home or in a safe deposit box.

The Rich Fool is on his own, but formation in Christ rarely happens in a vacuum. It happens in community. Think about those nested matryoshka dolls.

Bread is much more than bread. It is rice, it is corn, it is everything that reminds us of God’s presence in creation and God’s providence in our lives. Give us this day our daily bread was a prayer for bread for the next day, and the day after that. Give us what we need on a daily basis to move through this earthly life you have given us. Not spoken here is our obligation to make sure that others have bread, as well.

The story is a dance between temporal and timeless, between Chronos and Kairos. When we are asked—as we often are when this story is read—do we identify more as Mary or as Martha? I’m guessing that most of us would say that we wish we could be Mary, but we are Martha. So when we decide that Mary is superior to Martha, what does that say about us? If we are to be bearers of Good News, we need to be kind to ourselves, not dis ourselves because we are more Martha than Mary.

And yet, your life is in their hands. Or their life is in yours. We can be too quick to judge those who differ from us, and worse, too quick to dismiss other humans in a way that compromises everyone’s dignity.

We can celebrate Pentecost without the liturgical dance or the processional kites. The Spirit sometimes surprises us, but the Pentecost experience, the Joel prophecy that Peter rattles off without benefit of a bible in his hand, should not be surprising. It should be what we expect.

Praying and singing hymns to God is its own subversive practice. Christian history is full of stories of people who pray and sing at times when most of us would be enraged or despondent. On Sunday mornings we pray and sing hymns to God, and we do it despite what is happening in the rest of the world. Worship is often our best answer to despair.

Jesus might have been hanging out where people who were ill hung out because in his day illness was considered punishment from God. For him to gravitate toward, rather than avoid places like that was in itself a way to restore people to themselves, to God, and to their community.

I recently came across the mathematical concept of Bounded Set vs. Centered Set, applied to churches. In a bounded set, people are either inside or outside of some boundary. Maybe the boundary is practices of faith, maybe it’s respectability, maybe it’s familiarity. Maybe it is simply a building. In a centered set, there is not border separating who is in or who is out; God is in the center, and everyone connects freely with one another, informed by the center.

Imagine that this morning’s gospel began: Jesus was walking around the Gettysburg memorial... The Civil War is about the same distance away from us in history as the bloody oppression of the Jews by Antiochus was. We would know something was up. The conflict between Empire and the Kingdom of God is a constant tension throughout all of history.