Showing posts with label Stewardship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stewardship. Show all posts

Sunday, October 4, 2026

Plenty Good Room To Grow

It's not our vineyard, but we are called to steward it for a season.


Proper 22, Year A

Exodus 20:1-4, 7-9, 12-20

Psalm 19

Philippians 3:4b-14

Matthew 21:33-46


©2026 The Rev. Seth Olson


This sermon was delivered on the 19th Sunday after Pentecost at the Episcopal Church of the Holy Apostles in Hoover, AL. A video of the sermon may be found here.


Holy God, may my words be your words, and when my words are not your words, may your people be wise enough to know the same. Amen.


There is something I want you to notice about Jesus’ vineyard. Before a single tenant arrives, the vineyard is already there. The landowner plants it. He puts a fence around it. He digs the wine press. He builds the watchtower. By the time anybody shows up to work, somebody else has already done the work necessary to make this place fruitful.


And then the landowner does something extraordinary. He entrusts it to tenants. Here is this vineyard—planted, prepared, protected—and he places it into their hands. He leaves them room to work it, room to tend it, room to discover what might grow there. They didn’t create the vineyard. They received a place within it.


Which makes what happens next so strange. Somewhere along the way, the tenants seem to forget something basic: this is not their vineyard.


When harvest time comes, the landowner sends people to receive the fruit that belongs to him, and the tenants beat one, kill another, and stone another. More servants come, and the tenants do the same thing. Finally, the landowner sends his son, and the tenants see him coming and say, “This is the heir; come, let us kill him and get his inheritance.”

Did you hear what happened?


They have been given an entire vineyard, and somehow they have become convinced that there isn’t enough.


If the landowner receives his fruit, there will be less for us. If the heir receives his inheritance, there will be less for us. If somebody else has something, perhaps that means I won’t. So what began as a gift becomes something to possess. What began as stewardship becomes ownership. What began in abundance becomes scarcity.


I wonder if that isn’t one of the oldest human temptations.

My life. My time. My money. My abilities. My family. My church. My seat. My table.


And those things really are ours in meaningful ways. Our lives matter. Our time is precious. Our gifts are particular. We are responsible for how we use what has been placed into our hands. But Jesus’ parable asks us to remember something deeper: before any of it belonged to us, it was gift.


That same rhythm runs underneath all of our readings this morning. Listen to how the Ten Commandments begin. Before God says, “You shall” or “You shall not,” God says, “I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery.”


God does not say, “Keep these commandments, and then I might rescue you.” God says: I already did. Before commandment comes liberation. Before obligation comes grace. Before Israel does anything for God, God has already heard their cries, confronted Pharaoh, opened the sea, fed them in the wilderness, and given water to the thirsty.


And now God begins teaching them how free people live.


Do not worship the gods that enslave you. Do not use God’s name to accomplish your own purposes. Stop working sometimes. Let your children rest. Let your servants rest. Let the immigrant among you rest. Do not murder. Do not steal. Do not lie about your neighbor. Do not spend your life consumed by the desire to possess what somebody else has.


The underlying message from God is: You know what Egypt is like. You know what happens when human beings become commodities and production matters more than people. You know what happens when somebody at the top decides there is not enough to go around.

I brought you out of Egypt—out of that way of being. Now, with my help, don’t build another society like that! Gift first. Response second.


Paul discovers something similar. In Philippians he gives us his extraordinary religious résumé: his ancestry, his credentials, his zeal, his righteousness. If anybody ought to be able to prove that he belongs, Paul can.


And then he lets it go. Not because those pieces of his life are meaningless. Not because his body is bad and his spirit is good. Not because his Jewish identity was something shameful that Christianity rescued him from. He lets go of the idea that any of those things can earn what Christ has already freely given him.


And then comes one of my favorite lines from Paul: “I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own.” Did you hear the order again?! Christ has made me his own. Therefore, I press on. 

Gift first. Response second. 


Which brings us back into the vineyard. Here, I wonder whether one of the great spiritual questions of our lives is not simply, “What do I have?” but “What has been entrusted to me?”


What if my life is a vineyard I have been invited to tend? What if my time is? My money? My abilities? My relationships? What if even this community we call Holy Apostles is not something we possess, but something entrusted to us for a season?


And if that is true, then perhaps the question isn’t how tightly we can hold onto it.


Perhaps the question is: What is growing here?


That is the question I want us to begin asking together today because this morning we are moving into our financial stewardship season at Holy Apostles. Now, we don’t think of just this time as “Stewardship Season” because stewardship is a spiritual practice that we engage year-round. But, the theme of our financial stewardship season this year comes from a wonderful, spiritual song: “Plenty Good Room.”


Now, don’t panic. Nobody is handing you a pledge card this morning. You can unclench.


Before we talk about what any of us might give, I want us to spend some time noticing what we have already received. Look around the vineyard.

Look at the people God has gathered here. Think about the people who made room for you before you ever knew you needed it. Think about the generations who prayed before us, those who gave before us, served before us, worshiped before us. Think about all the people who planted vines whose fruit we now enjoy.


And look at what is growing! 


Children are learning that they are beloveds of God. People bring their deepest questions here and discover that questions do not disqualify them from faith. Bread is broken and wine is shared. People are baptized. People fall in love and make promises. People die and are carried from this place surrounded by a community proclaiming that death does not get the final word. People grieve, and someone sits beside them without trying to make the grief disappear. People are fed. People serve. People discover gifts they did not know they had. People who might never otherwise have known one another become part of one Body.


There is fruit growing in this vineyard. Not perfect genetically-modified fruit. Lord knows, we’re not perfect tenants, nor do we always bear prized produce, but fruit nonetheless. And there is still plenty good room here!


Room for the person who hasn’t walked through those doors yet. Room for the child who cannot sit still. Room for the person who knows every word of the Creed and the person who isn't sure what they believe right now. Room for the grieving and the joyful. Room for the person who has much to give and the person who needs, for a season, simply to receive. Room for people who look like us and people who don’t. Room for people whose lives and stories and experiences might stretch our understanding of just how large God’s vineyard really is. Because it is not our vineyard, it’s God’s.


That may be what the tenants in Jesus’ parable forgot. They began to believe that someone else receiving meant something was being taken away from them. They began to believe that the vineyard belonged to them. And scarcity eventually made them violent.


But grace tells a different story. Grace says there is enough. Grace says you do not have to earn your place here. Grace says the person beside you does not have to earn theirs either. Grace says this vineyard was planted before we arrived and, God willing, will continue bearing fruit long after we are gone.


So stewardship cannot simply mean raising enough money to pay the bills. Yes, we need money to do ministry. Buildings require roofs, staff members deserve salaries, ministries require resources, and budgets are real. 


We will talk about those things. But stewardship begins much deeper than a budget. Stewardship begins with wonder.

Look at what we have been given!


And then comes the question: God, what would you have us do with it?

In a few moments, we will come again to this Table, God’s Table. And maybe there is no better place to begin a stewardship season than there.

Because nobody comes to this Table carrying a résumé.

Nobody purchases a place.

Nobody earns a better piece of bread.

And even before we walk up we hear these astonishing words: “The Gifts of God for the People of God.”

Then, all we do is come to this table, with empty and open hands where we see God’s pattern again: Gift first. Response second.


There is a prayer for after Communion in our Prayer Book that asks God to help us “so to venerate [or make real] the sacred mysteries” of Christ’s Body and Blood that we may “ever perceive within ourselves the fruit of thy redemption.”


The fruit of thy redemption. Perhaps that is what we are being invited to seek in this vineyard. Not fruit that proves we deserved the gift. Not fruit that makes us worthy of grace. Not fruit we can compare with whatever is growing on somebody else’s vine. The fruit of a redemption that has already been given.


So come to the Table. Receive again what you could never earn. Look around and notice all the people for whom God has made room.


And then go back into the vineyard—not as owners, but as beloved stewards. Tend what has been entrusted to you. Make room for somebody else. Give some of what you have received away. Trust that there is enough. And with God’s help, let this life we share together bear the fruit of God’s redemption.


A wise one of our Faith (Saint Augustine) once said of this holy meal, “Be what you see; receive what you are.” So receive the Body of Christ. Become the Body of Christ. And together, let us discover just how much fruit can grow when we trust that, in the vineyard of God, there is always plenty good room. Amen?




Trinitarian blessing based on today’s sermon:


May God the Father, who has planted the vineyard and made plenty good room for us all, give you grace to tend faithfully all that has been entrusted to you;


May God the Son, who has made you his own and given himself for the life of the world, make you fruitful in love, generosity, and service;


May God the Holy Spirit, who brings forth within us the fruit of redemption, send you out to make room, bear fruit, and share freely what you have received;


And the blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, be among you and remain with you always. Amen.


Sunday, November 9, 2025

Alive To Rise

Where in life do you need God's help to rise again? 


Haggai 1:15b-2:9
Psalm 145:1-5, 18-22
 2 Thessalonians 2:1-5, 13-17
Luke 20:27-38

 

© 2025 The Rev. Seth Olson

 

This sermon was preached on the 22nd Sunday after Pentecost (November 9, 2025) at the Episcopal Church of the Holy Apostles in Hoover, AL. A video of the sermon may be found here. 


Holy God, let my words be your words, and when they are not your words, let your people be wise enough to know the same. Amen.

 

“He is not God of the dead, but of the living; for to him all of them are alive.”

 

There are moments in scripture where someone asks Jesus a question that sounds religious but really isn’t. The inquiry that kicks off today’s Gospel is one of those moments.

 

A group of Sadducees—religious leaders known for their wealth, influence, and skepticism—approach Jesus with a story they’ve carefully crafted to make resurrection seem as ridiculous as possible. My friend, the Rev. Charles Youngson, likes to say, “The Sadducees were ‘Sad, you see’ because they didn’t believe in the Resurrection.” They didn’t believe in it because they were the biblical literalists of their day, accepting only the first five books of Moses as authoritative. And, those books don’t explicitly mention resurrection, so they reasoned it couldn’t possibly be true.

 

And if you’ve ever read this exchange, you know—it’s kind of absurd. They present Jesus with this long hypothetical: “A woman marries one brother, he dies. Then she marries the next one, he dies. Then the next, and the next, until she’s married seven brothers. In the resurrection, whose wife will she be?”

 

It’s not a question of faith; it’s a trap. (And yes, Star Wars fans, I can’t read this passage without hearing Admiral Ackbar shout, “It’s a trap!”) The Sadducees’ question is less theology and more theater. They’re performing their cleverness, hoping to make Jesus look foolish. Thank goodness, we never do that to one another (he says with sarcasm dripping from his words).

 

But Jesus doesn’t take the bait, y’all. He doesn’t argue the logic or try to outwit them. Instead, he reframes the entire conversation. He refuses to play by their categories of ownership, possession, or legal status. He says, in effect, You’re missing the point.


The resurrection isn’t about whose wife someone is—it’s about whose life we all belong to. “Those who belong to this age marry and are given in marriage,” Jesus says, “but those who are considered worthy of that age and the resurrection… cannot die anymore, because they are like angels and are children of God.”

 

And then he quotes the very scripture the Sadducees claim to honor: Exodus 3:6. God says to Moses, “I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.” Notice the verb tense here—am, not was. God is—present tense—the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Which means that even though they died long ago, they still live in God.

 

And then Jesus delivers one of the most remarkable lines in all of Holy Scripture: “He is not God of the dead, but of the living; for to him all of them are alive.”

 

Friends, that is resurrection. It’s not about biology—it’s about belonging. It’s not about life after death—it’s about life beyond fear. Resurrection means that life in God is never over, never lost, never gone. To God, all are alive.

 

That’s good news for those who grieve—but it’s also good news for those who live. Because if resurrection is real, then it’s not something we simply wait for—it’s something we participate in now. And on this Consecration Sunday, that’s exactly what we are doing: participating in the living work of God. 

 

This morning, we’ll ask God’s blessing upon our 2026 pledge commitments—our Tell Out My Soul campaign. These estimates of giving aren’t just about maintaining the institution or paying the bills; they’re acts of resurrection faith.

 

The Greek word for resurrection literally translates “to stand up again. Resurrection is standing up again. After grief. After exhaustion. After doubt. After years when hope feels too costly or faith feels too fragile.

 

Every pledge, every act of generosity, every prayer for the future of this church—each is a form of rising again. A standing up again in faith. We stand up again as people of the living God, declaring that this community is vibrant. That Christ’s ministry with us is growing. That the Spirit still moves through us to bring healing, justice, compassion, and joy into a world that often feels like it’s dying of cynicism, apathy, and despair.

 

I think about this sanctuary—this holy space filled each week with the living presence of God and the living faith of God’s people. When a child splashes at the baptismal font or a choir anthem rises to the rafters, when bread is broken and wine is poured, when hands are held and prayers are whispered—these are not signs of a church that once was. No, you are the living, breathing Body of Christ here and now.

 

And our giving—our stewardship—is not a transaction. It’s an act of resurrection. It says, We believe in life. We believe in love that outlasts death. We believe in the God of the living.

 

The Sadducees’ mistake was assuming that death has the last word. Jesus’ answer tells us that the last word belongs to God—and God’s word is life. That truth is not abstract. It’s not only about heaven someday. It’s as close and as tangible as this moment—where we, the living, gather to commit ourselves again to the life of God in this place.

 

So let me offer you a question—not a trick one, but a real one: Where in your life do you need to “stand up again”? Where have fear, regret, or weariness kept you sitting down, holding back, staying small? Where do you need God’s resurrecting power to lift you up once more?

 

Because the God of the living invites us to rise—to trust that we are not done, that the story of Holy Apostles is not finished, that the story of your soul is not done. When we rise in generosity, in faith, in love, we proclaim resurrection in the here and now.

 

Years ago at my first parish, a parishioner on a fixed income confided in me, “I’m not sure my pledge will make much difference.” My response was, “You have no idea how much it will.” Because the miracle of resurrection is that even the smallest seed of faith can grow into something beautiful—much like the mustard seed Jesus spoke of earlier in Luke.

Even the smallest act of generosity can change a life. Even the faintest prayer of hope can ripple through this community and raise someone else up. That’s what the Church is meant to be: a gathering of people who stand up again and again, trusting that God’s life flows through us, through our giving, through our love.

 

So today, as we offer our 2026 pledges, as we tell out our souls, we do so not as people trying to prove something to God, but as people already held in the life of God. We give because we are alive. We serve because God’s Spirit breathes in us. We hope because resurrection is real.

 

The same God who raised Jesus from the dead raises us still—raises our courage, our compassion, our commitment—to build up the ministry of Christ Jesus in this place. We are, all of us, standing up again. And when we do, the world catches a glimpse of what resurrection looks like: not only life after death, but life before death. Not only heaven to come, but heaven breaking in—right here, right now.

 

“He is not God of the dead, but of the living; for to him all of them are alive.”

That means Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob are alive.
That means Mary and Elizabeth are alive.
That means the Holy Apostles and all beloveds who have gone before us—their love, their faith, their generosity—are alive.
And that means you and I are alive too.

Alive to give.
Alive to love.
Alive to rise...

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

 

Sunday, October 8, 2023

Murder or Chocolate: You decide!

When God shows up in our lives how are we responding?

 

Isaiah 5:1-7
Psalm 80:7-14
Philippians 3:4b-14
Matthew 21:33-46

 

©The Rev. Seth Olson 2023

 

Holy God, let my words be your words and when my words are not your words, let your people be wise enough to know the same. Amen.

Last week, my wife Kim told me that we had lost a library book our son Teddy had checked out. After looking through the stacks of board books, paperbacks, and hardcovered stories on our boy’s shelves, we determined that either A) the book is in an alternative universe, B) our dog Chloe secretly ate it, C) we have legitimately lost the copy, or D) we turned in the story, but somehow it never got checked in properly. Now, I kind of hope it’s A) and not just because I’m intrigued by the concept of a parallel multiverse, but I honestly lean towards answer D) that we turned the book in along with a couple dozen others, but it got lost.

In truth we have paid heavier library fines within the last calendar year than we will in purchasing this particular book, so it is not a huge deal to ante up a little cash to support our amazing city. However, there are times when I take for granted the things that have been loaned to me. Yes, I can go on the library website to see which books, videogames, audio books, boardgames, tablets, etc. I have checked out, but it’s easy for my mind to slip into a place where I start to believe some more important things belong to me when they were never mine in the first place, which sounds a little like what we just heard from Matthew.

It would be wild for me in the case of the library book we cannot find, Lego City: Work This Farm, to take the lead from today’s parable. It would be crazy for me to receive a notice from the Jefferson County Library Cooperative and to choose violence. It would be insane if when told by a library worker I needed to return what was not mine, if I then reacted by killing that employee, or setting ablaze the highly flammable tinder that is a stack of fantasy fiction.

The logic outlined by Jesus in this parable and exemplified by the tenant farmers seems to allow for me to walk into the Homewood Library and threaten the kind workers at the circulation desk with murder if they ever asked about an overdue item. Not just this, but I should take control of the branch as my own personal bookshop to be defended with aggression. All of this sounds so absurd exiting my mouth in a sermon—it’s in the Gospel, but it is not good news, is it? It sounds more like the content of a violent fantasy novel or a scene from The Godfather than good news. And yet, here it is in Matthew’s telling of Jesus’ story.

These words were proclaimed by Jesus to Temple leaders who were quizzing him about his authority. And, this encounter transpired during the last week of Jesus’ earthly ministry in the lead up to the Passover. Thus, this story occurred in an overwhelming intense setting. But, what was Jesus truly saying? The owner of a vineyard sent in his chosen workers, then his son to collect the property-owner’s part of what tenant farmers and the land had produced, but the leaseholders bloodied and murdered those servants and his son. Why? To send the message that they were not going to give back what they had been given! This is not compassionate, loving, or sane. Who would do such a thing?

We would! We do it every single day, and not just when we forget which books are the library’s. Sure, we don’t let others see this sort of behavior. We don’t treat our friends and neighbors like this because of social pressures, social ridicule, and social media, but make no mistake—this story of the wicked tenants is not only about the Temple leaders of long ago—it’s about us too.

We have been given so much! Time, talent, and treasure; gifts, abilities, and skills; the earth, this country, and the Church too. What do we do with all these things given to us? Often, we hide them away with the blinds shut. As one of my favorite priests, the Rev. Evan Garner, once preached on this text:

 

We horde the things that God has given us, pretend they were ours to begin with, and keep the fruits of our labors for ourselves. All of our skills, abilities, resources, and opportunities belong to God, yet we begin almost every encounter by asking what’s in it for us. All of the love, affection, loyalty, and trust that we enjoy come from God, yet we would rather hold on to them than give them away. Our greatest gift, the freedom to choose whom we will honor with our lives, is handed to us by God, and we choose to turn inward and seek self-satisfaction instead of devoting ourselves to our creator.[1]

We start thinking all of this is ours—our church, our families, our lives. We put in some hard work—we really do. It is not easy in the vineyard. The sun beats down. The ground hardens. The sweat pours. The weeds have thorns. The body aches. So, the fruit that is born—we believe, it’s ours! We produced it. Even if those holy ones of every age cry out reminding us that no one is an island and none of us made ourselves.

We think we were left alone in this vineyard a long, long time ago. Even when prophets point towards the legitimate landowner, we get lured in by our own siren call to keep the wealth, to get what is ours, and to keep earnin’ baby! We believe it’s all ours—if not in our minds, then with our actions. Despite this, God decided to do something wild. God became incarnate to be with us. Even observing this very human tendency to see the world around us as belonging to us, God chose to send His Son into this mess.

Yes, as absurd as this parable is, what is even crazier is that God would see the selfish tendency, especially among religious folks, to horde power and to attribute God’s gifts as their own—God would view this and still become incarnate. Even knowing how absurd we are—God still was pleased to dwell with us.

In the Incarnation of God through Jesus of Nazareth we discover this hard-to-understand truth. God yearns to be with us—even in our selfishness, even in our self-centeredness. And in doing this God does not condone our lunacy, but nonetheless God makes holy the mundane. The secular becomes sacred. In Jesus’ incarnation we are reminded of the original incarnation—that is creation. In Creation, God made everything. In Incarnation, God redeemed everything. In the age of the Spirit (from Pentecost onward), God is in the process of sanctifying everything. And yet, we strive—sometimes intentionally to forget this—that God has given, has redeemed, and is sanctifying everything!

When Jesus came, he pointed to what had always been true. Everything is God’s. All of Creation belongs to God. The whole vineyard is God’s! All time and space too. Sure, we happen to be in stewardship season, but it is always true—everything belongs to God. Time, talent, and treasure… your life, your family, and your money. Some churches talk about tithing, that’s nice and all, but that ain’t it. God doesn’t want 10 percent of anything—God wants it all. This is scary, right?

One of my favorite bands, Spoon, released a song earlier this year entitled, “I Can’t Give Everything Away.” It’s right on the tip of our cultural tongue. We become creatures of comfort and convenience, and it’s hard to let go. In the glossy sheen of social media posts, we see the lifestyle of others beaming, we see the ads for the next thing to make life easier or better, and we strive to keep up with the Joneses. Underpinning this pursuit of besting one’s neighbors is the belief that right now, life is not enough.  

We buy into scarcity—that there won’t be enough, that we aren’t enough, and that something, someone, or some position will somehow make us enough. This ain’t it baby.[2] St. Augustine wrote the following way back around the year 400, but it still rings true: “You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it rests in you.”[3]

Now, you might be wondering, “Okay, Seth, this sounds nice and all. I want to be able to rest in God, but how?” Well, first recognize that the vineyard isn’t ours. The vineyard of our life, our family, our church, our world… we are caretakers of them all, stewards of the gifts given to us, but everything belongs to Our Creator. Next, see the world not through the lens of scarcity displayed in our overly consumeristic culture, but through the lens of God’s abundance. That preacher I love said it this way, “We have everything we need to make this world the way that God dreams it could be—the wealth, the opportunity, and the freedom—but we’ve been borrowing all of those things for so long that we’ve forgotten that they don’t belong to us.”[4] They never did. What we have been given is not ours and it certainly will not be ours when we are called home, so we can start now in practicing the art of giving it all away right now!

What I am saying might make you feel uncomfortable or even mad, but if you have been viewing stewardship as a fundraising tactic that we use to keep the lights on, then I am sorry—we in the Church have not been clear enough, which brings me to my final point about how our hearts will rest in God. Stewardship is a spiritual practice meant to remind us of the ultimate truth—everything is God’s and you and I are not God. We begin in God we end in God, but this middle bit is up to us. Are we going to pretend that this is our vineyard or are we going to give back the produce that belongs to the one who created it all?

There’s an absurd cartoon (see the top of this post) that helps to make the point that we have a choice in how we respond to God coming into our lives. It’s funny if a bit of gut punch—maybe like this whole sermon. An alien has landed on earth and is talking with an earthling about Jesus. The alien says, “Oh, he comes back every two weeks or so. We gave him this big box of chocolates when he first arrived. Why? What’d you guys do?” To which the earthling replied, “Uhh…”[5]

It's all God’s. Are we going to respond to that truth with murder or are we going to respond with chocolate?



[1] Evan D. Garner. “Only This Gift Can Break The Cycle” from A Long Way From Home Blog. (http://evandgarner.blogspot.com/2017/10/only-this-gift-can-break-cycle.html, published October 8, 2017, accessed October 8, 2023).

[2] Jason Isbell, “This Ain’t It” from Weathervanes, released June 9, 2023.

[3] St. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions. (New York: Doubleday, 1960).

[4] Evan D. Garner. “Only This Gift Can Break The Cycle” from A Long Way From Home Blog. (http://evandgarner.blogspot.com/2017/10/only-this-gift-can-break-cycle.html, published October 8, 2017, accessed October 8, 2023).

[5] Zach Weinersmith, “Well The Good News Is That We Found Out Jesus Is Worshipped On Other Planets.” From Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal. (https://www.smbc-comics.com/comic/2008-11-24, published November 24, 2008, accessed October 8, 2023).