Sermon fort the 20th Sunday after Trinity for the congragations of St. Johns and St Crucis, 18th of October 2026

 The Fence and the Field: Rediscovering the Gift of Rest

Text: Mark 2:23–28

Opening: A Simple Picture

Imagine a shepherd looking after his flock. He knows where the green pastures are, but he also knows the dangers nearby: a steep cliff on one side and wolves in the valley.

So, he builds a fence.

Not to imprison the sheep, but to protect them. The fence gives them a safe place to graze, rest, and live in peace. It is, in its own way, an act of love.

But imagine that the shepherd becomes so concerned about the fence that he forgets the sheep. He spends his days checking the posts, repairing the rails, and making sure nobody damages it.

Meanwhile, the sheep are hungry. They need food and water, but the shepherd is too busy protecting the fence to care for the flock.

What good is a perfect fence if the sheep inside it are starving?

That brings us to the heart of today's Gospel. It is the tension between the fence and the field, between God's Law and the love that gives it purpose.

And, if we are honest, it is a tension we still struggle with today.

A Gift That Became a Burden

In our Gospel reading, Jesus and His disciples are walking through the grainfields on the Sabbath. As they walk, the disciples begin to pluck heads of grain.

The Sabbath was a gift from God. It reminded His people that they were no longer slaves in Egypt, condemned to work every day. God had freed them. They could stop working, worship, rest, and remember that their lives belonged to Him.

But over time, religious leaders had developed detailed rules about what could and could not be done on the Sabbath. They wanted to protect God's commandment, and perhaps their intentions were good.

Yet the fence had gradually become more important than the field.

Picking a few heads of grain could be interpreted as harvesting; rubbing them between the hands could be regarded as threshing. The disciples were accused of breaking the Sabbath.

The Pharisees ask Jesus, "Look, why are they doing what is not lawful on the Sabbath?"

They see the rule being broken, but they fail to see hungry people walking with Jesus.

They are guarding the fence while missing the purpose of the field.

The Sabbath Was Made for Us

Jesus answers with words that are simple enough for a child to understand, yet profound enough to occupy us for a lifetime:

“The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath.” (Mark 2:27)

Think about that. The Sabbath was made for us.

God knows what it means to be human. He knows our bodies grow tired, our minds become anxious, and our spirits become weary. He knows how easily we get caught up in work, responsibilities, and the endless demands of everyday life.

So He gives us the Sabbath.

It is not a burden placed on our shoulders but a gift placed in our hands.

God's commandments are not a collection of traps designed to catch us doing something wrong. They are given for the sake of life, to guide us towards what is good and protect us from what destroys us.

The command to rest is not an obstacle to a good life. It is part of what makes a good life possible.

And we need to hear that in a world that measures our worth by how much we accomplish, how hard we work, and how useful we are to others.

Even in the Church, we can become so busy doing things for God that we forget to receive what God wants to give us.

We can become so concerned about getting everything right that we forget the grace that holds us when we get things wrong.

The Sabbath reminds us that our lives do not depend entirely on what we do. We are also called to receive, to trust, and to rest in God's goodness.

When We Turn Gifts into Burdens

The Pharisees' problem was not that they took God's Word seriously. The problem was that they had become so attached to their interpretation of the Law that they had lost sight of the people the Law was meant to serve.

They had turned a gift into a test and a day of freedom into a source of anxiety.

And we can do the same.

We can take God's commandments and turn them into weapons. We can use our faith to shame those who are struggling, point out the failures of others while overlooking our own, or make people believe they must earn God's love by getting everything right.

Before long, the Church can feel less like a place of grace and more like a place where people are afraid of making mistakes.

What happens then? We stand at the fence, pointing out who has crossed the line, while forgetting those who are hungry, lonely, grieving, or desperate for hope.

Jesus is not saying that God's Law no longer matters. He is reminding us why it matters.

God's Law calls us to love our neighbour. It is not an excuse to stop loving our neighbour.

His commandments guide us towards what is good; they are not an invitation to look down on those who struggle.

When someone comes to us carrying guilt, grief, or the consequences of their mistakes, our first response should not be to reach for the rulebook and point a finger. It should be to remember the grace we ourselves have received.

After all, we do not stand before God because we have kept every rule perfectly. We stand before Him because of His mercy.

Let me give you a simple example.

Imagine someone who has been absent from church for several Sundays. Perhaps they have been caring for a sick spouse, struggling with financial worries, dealing with loneliness, or simply finding life more difficult than they let others see.

One Sunday, they finally walk through the church door again.

What happens next?

Someone might say, "We haven't seen you for a long time. You really should come to church more regularly."

Perhaps the words are well meant. Church attendance matters, and gathering for worship is a precious gift. But imagine how those words might sound to someone who has spent weeks struggling just to get through each day.

They came hoping to find a little encouragement, a word of grace, perhaps a reminder that God had not forgotten them. Instead, they leave feeling that even their absence has become another failure.

Now imagine a different response.

Someone welcomes them with a smile and says, "It's good to see you. How have you been? Is there anything we can pray about together?"

The circumstances have not changed. The person may still have the same struggles, and the importance of worship has not diminished. But the first response puts the fence before the person. The second remembers why the fence exists in the first place.

That is the difference grace can make.

As a Church, we are not called to pretend that nothing matters. We are called to remember what matters most: the people Christ loves, the burdens they carry, and the grace we have all received from Him.

Sometimes the most pastoral thing we can do is not to explain another rule, but to sit beside someone, listen patiently, pray with them, and remind them that they do not have to earn their place among God's people.

After all, none of us comes to church because we have managed to get everything right. We come because we need God's mercy.

And the good news is that Christ does not wait for us at the gate with a list of our failures. He comes to meet us with His promise: *"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."

 

Jesus, the Lord of the Sabbath

Jesus then makes an even more remarkable statement:

“So the Son of Man is Lord even of the Sabbath.” (Mark 2:28)

Jesus is not merely offering a different interpretation of the Sabbath. He is declaring His authority over it. He reveals the true purpose of God's gift through His own ministry of mercy, healing, forgiveness, and restoration.

And here we reach the heart of our Christian faith.

In Matthew's Gospel, Jesus offers this invitation:

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28)

Notice what He does not say.

He does not say, "Come to me when you have sorted out your life."

He does not say, "Come to me when you have proved you are good enough."

He says, "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened."

That invitation is for those who are tired, those who have made mistakes, and those who have spent so long trying to hold everything together that they have forgotten how to rest.

Jesus invites them to Himself.

This is the good news of the Gospel: our deepest rest is not something we achieve by following a perfect set of rules. It is something we receive through Christ.

We do not earn God's love through our religious performance. In Jesus, God comes to us with forgiveness and grace. Through His death and resurrection, Christ has freed us from the power of sin and the fear that we must somehow make ourselves worthy of God.

We are not saved by keeping the fence perfectly.

We are saved by God's grace in Jesus Christ.

And that changes how we live.

Living in the Field

So what does this Gospel mean for us in everyday life? Let me suggest three things.

First, stop treating your relationship with God as a performance.

Perhaps you sometimes feel that you have not prayed enough, read enough of the Bible, done enough for the Church, or lived up to the person you think you ought to be.

Hear the words of Jesus: the Sabbath was made for you.

Prayer matters. God's Word matters. Serving our neighbours matters. But these are not ways of buying God's love. They are responses to the love He has already shown us in Christ.

You do not have to earn God's grace. You are invited to live in it.

Second, do not turn God's Law into a weapon against others.

We all know how easy it is to notice another person's faults while overlooking our own.

The Church is not called simply to stand at the fence, waiting for someone to cross the line so that we can tell them how wrong they are. We are called to share the love of Christ.

That does not mean pretending that right and wrong no longer matter. It means holding truth and compassion together: speaking honestly without humiliating people, offering guidance without crushing them, and walking alongside those who are struggling.

Instead of asking only, "Has this person broken a rule?" we should also ask, "How can we help this person find healing, hope, and a way forward?"

That is what it means to care for the flock.

Third, make room for the gifts God wants you to receive.

We live in a world that rarely encourages us to slow down. There is always another task, another message, another problem to solve.

Even when we sit down, our minds may still be racing.

But God invites us into a different rhythm: worship, prayer, fellowship, time with those we love, and moments of gratitude for His creation.

Sometimes faith means doing something. Sometimes it means waiting. And sometimes it means trusting God enough to put down the tools, close the diary, and rest.

We are human beings, not machines. Our worth does not depend on our productivity.

Conclusion: The Shepherd and His Sheep

Let us return to the shepherd and his fence.

The fence matters. God's commandments matter. They are good gifts that guide us towards life and protect us from what is destructive.

But the fence is not the field. And the fence is not the shepherd.

The purpose of the fence is to serve the life of the sheep, not to become more important than the sheep themselves.

We are not called to worship the rules. We are called to worship the God who gives them and to follow Jesus, the Good Shepherd who knows His sheep and lays down His life for them.

Dear friends, God knows your weariness. He knows the burdens you carry, the worries you do not speak about, and the responsibilities that sometimes seem never-ending.

And He does not turn away from you.

In Jesus Christ, He comes to you with forgiveness, mercy, and peace.

So let us rest in His promises. Let us treat one another with the grace we ourselves have received. And let us remember that the Christian life is not about endlessly proving ourselves worthy of God's love.

It is about receiving the love God has already given us in Christ.

The Shepherd has opened the way into the field. We can lift our eyes from the fence and look towards the One who leads us.

We can stop striving to earn what God freely gives. We can trust His promises, serve our neighbours in love, and rest in His grace.

The Sabbath was made for us. And the Lord of the Sabbath calls us to Himself.

In Him, we find our rest.

Amen.

 

A night blessing for the ones searching for peace. In English and Portuguese

 The Night Does Not Ask for Explanations

The night does not ask for explanations.

It simply comes—as mercy and truth have always come—and finds us where we are: with our old garments still warm from the day's wearing, the ones we meant to put off but held onto a little longer, because letting go is a kind of death, and who among us does not hesitate at the threshold of even a small resurrection?

But salvation is near. Not loud. Not demanding. Near to those who fear Him, near to those who tremble at their own smallness, near to those who have grown tired of the weight of what they carry.

Lovingkindness and truth have met together.

They do not argue. They do not compete for the soul's attention. They meet—as old friends, as lovers, as two rivers joining without violence—and where they meet, something in us begins to loosen. Righteousness and peace have kissed each other. Imagine that. Not righteousness standing in judgment. Not peace as mere absence of conflict. A kiss. The most intimate of gestures, the one that says: I see you, and I am not afraid.

Perhaps this is what it means to be sealed for the day of redemption—not that we are finished, not that the work is complete, but that we are held. The Spirit does not grieve because we are imperfect. The Spirit grieves when we pretend we are not. When we wear the old self like a costume we have outgrown, when bitterness becomes our comfort and anger our shield, when we speak lies because truth feels too exposed.

Put off. Put on. Not once, but daily. Not perfectly, but honestly.

The fruit of the light is not achievement. It is goodness. Righteousness. Truth. It grows in soil we did not prepare, in darkness we did not choose, in the quiet hours when we are too tired to perform and simply—are.

So tonight, let the old garments fall where they may. Let the anger dissolve into the silence that holds all things. Let the bitterness be washed by a tenderness you did not have to earn. Let the Spirit breathe in you without resistance, without the small betrayals of self-protection.

You are sealed. Not for a day of accounting, but for a day of redemption—when what is broken is gathered, when what is scattered is brought home, when the kiss of righteousness and peace becomes not a promise but a presence.

The night does not ask for explanations. It asks only that you rest in what you cannot yet see.

And you can. Because you are dressed—not in your own strength, not in your own goodness, but in the light that found you before you ever looked for it.

Goodnight. May mercy and truth walk beside you in the dark. May goodness and righteousness and truth bear fruit in the hidden places. May the seal of the Spirit hold you until morning.

And may you wake—as one who has been kissed by peace.

A noite não pede explicações.

A noite não pede explicações.

Ela simplesmente vem — como a misericórdia e a verdade sempre vieram — e nos encontra onde estamos: com nossas roupas velhas ainda quentes do uso do dia, aquelas que pretendíamos tirar, mas seguramos por mais um pouco, porque deixar ir é uma espécie de morte, e quem entre nós não hesita no limiar até de uma pequena ressurreição?

Mas a salvação está perto. Não estrondosa. Não exigente. Perto dos que o temem, perto dos que tremem diante da própria pequenez, perto dos que se cansaram do peso do que carregam.

A benignidade e a verdade se encontraram.

Não discutem. Não competem pela atenção da alma. Encontram-se — como velhos amigos, como amantes, como dois rios que se juntam sem violência — e, onde se encontram, algo em nós começa a afrouxar. A justiça e a paz se beijaram. Imagine isso. Não a justiça posta em julgamento. Não a paz como mera ausência de conflito. Um beijo. O mais íntimo dos gestos, aquele que diz: Eu te vejo, e não tenho medo.

Talvez seja isso que significa ser selado para o dia da redenção — não que estejamos prontos, não que a obra esteja concluída, mas que somos sustentados. O Espírito não se entristece porque somos imperfeitos. O Espírito se entristece quando fingimos que não somos. Quando vestimos o velho eu como uma fantasia que já não nos serve, quando a amargura se torna nosso consolo e a ira nosso escudo, quando falamos mentiras porque a verdade parece exposta demais.

Despir. Vestir. Não uma vez, mas diariamente. Não perfeitamente, mas honestamente.

O fruto da luz não é conquista. É bondade. Justiça. Verdade. Ele cresce em solo que não preparamos, em escuridão que não escolhemos, nas horas quietas em que estamos cansados demais para representar e simplesmente — somos.

Então, esta noite, deixe que as roupas velhas caiam onde caírem. Deixe que a ira se dissolva no silêncio que contém todas as coisas. Deixe que a amargura seja lavada por uma ternura que você não precisou merecer. Deixe o Espírito respirar em você sem resistência, sem as pequenas traições da autoproteção.

Você está selado. Não para um dia de acerto de contas, mas para um dia de redenção — quando o que está quebrado é recolhido, quando o que está disperso é trazido para casa, quando o beijo da justiça e da paz se torna não uma promessa, mas uma presença.

A noite não pede explicações. Pede apenas que você repouse naquilo que ainda não pode ver.

E você pode. Porque está vestido — não com sua própria força, não com sua própria bondade, mas com a luz que o encontrou antes mesmo que você a procurasse.

Boa noite. Que a misericórdia e a verdade caminhem ao seu lado no escuro. Que a bondade, a justiça e a verdade deem fruto nos lugares escondidos. Que o selo do Espírito o sustente até a manhã.

E que você acorde — como quem foi beijado pela paz.

 

A good humor night blessing, in English and Portuguese

 “A Night Blessing for the Dressed and the Stressed”

Okay, so, good evening. Or good night. Or whatever time it is where you are—because time zones are a scam invented by people who want you to feel guilty about sleeping, but that’s a whole other thing.

So here’s the deal. Tonight, I want to leave you with a blessing. Not the kind of blessing where someone waves a hand and you’re supposed to feel something. No, the real kind. The kind that meets you where you are—maybe on your couch, maybe on your last nerve, maybe on the floor because you just realized your bills are due and your fridge is empty and your phone is at 3%.

And here’s what I found. In Lamentations—which, by the way, is not a book you read if you want a pep talk. Lamentations is basically the Old Testament version of a group chat when everything is going wrong. Jeremiah is writing after Jerusalem fell. The city is in ruins. People are starving. And in the middle of all that, he says something wild: “The LORD is good to those who wait for Him, to the soul who seeks Him.” (Lamentations 3:25)

Wait. Wait? That’s the instruction? In the middle of the chaos, the word is wait?

That’s like telling a South African at a traffic light that’s been red for ten minutes: “Just wait.” We don’t wait. We invent shortcuts. We make a plan. We go around. But Jeremiah says: waiting is not passive. Waiting is hope with its shoes on. Waiting is trust that hasn’t given up yet.

And I think that’s the first part of tonight’s blessing: May you wait well. May your waiting not be the kind that grinds your teeth, but the kind that leans forward—because the God who is good is already good, even when the scenery is bleak.

Now, last Sunday, the sermon was from Ephesians 4. “Dressed for the Day of Redemption.” And the pastor said something that stuck with me. Paul tells the church: “Do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, by whom you were sealed for the day of redemption.” (Ephesians 4:30)

Sealed. Like a passport stamp. Like a Tupperware lid. Like a WhatsApp message that says “read” but with a promise attached. You are sealed. Not because you’re perfect. Not because you have your life together. But because the Holy Spirit claimed you and isn’t letting go.

But here’s the thing—Paul doesn’t just say “you’re sealed.” He says, get dressed. Take off the old self—the lying, the anger, the stealing, the gossip, the bitterness. Put on the new self—truth, kindness, forgiveness. Because you’ve been sealed for a day. And that day is coming.

And this is where Revelation comes in. Because when we talk about the “Day of Redemption,” we’re not talking about a metaphor. We’re talking about the moment when everything that’s broken gets fixed. When the tears are wiped away. When the wrongs are made right. When the redeemed—everyone who ever waited, every soul that ever sought—stands in the presence of the One who made them.

But here’s the comic part. You know what’s funny? We spend so much time dreading that day—like it’s a final exam we didn’t study for. But the whole point of being dressed for it is that you don’t have to dread it. You’re not showing up naked. You’re not showing up in your old, smelly, sinful clothes. You’re showing up clothed—clothed in Christ, sealed by the Spirit, waiting with hope.

So here’s your night blessing. It’s not complicated. It’s just this:

May you wait without losing hope.
May you seek without giving up.
May you take off the old stuff that’s been weighing you down—the anger, the bitterness, the lies you tell yourself.
May you put on the new self, even when it feels like a costume that doesn’t fit yet.
May you remember that you are sealed. Stamped. Claimed.
And may you rest tonight knowing that the Day of Redemption is not a threat.
It’s a promise.

And when you wake up tomorrow, may you be a little more dressed, a little more kind, a little more ready—not because you have to be, but because you get to be. Because the God who is good to those who wait is also the God who is coming back for them.

Good night. Sleep well. And if you can’t sleep, just wait. That’s the blessing.

“Uma Bênção Noturna para os Vestidos e os Estressados”

Ok, então, boa noite. Ou boa tarde. Ou qualquer hora que seja onde você está—porque fuso horário é uma invenção de gente que quer que você se sinta culpado por dormir, mas isso é outra conversa.

Então aqui está o ponto. Hoje à noite, eu quero deixar uma bênção para você. Não o tipo de bênção em que alguém acena com a mão e você deveria sentir alguma coisa. Não, o tipo de verdade. O tipo que encontra você onde você está—talvez no sofá, talvez no seu último nervo, talvez no chão porque você acabou de perceber que as contas venceram, a geladeira está vazia e o celular está em 3%.

E foi isso que eu encontrei. Em Lamentações—que, por sinal, não é um livro que você lê se quer uma injeção de ânimo. Lamentações é basicamente a versão do Antigo Testamento de um grupo de WhatsApp quando tudo está dando errado. Jeremias está escrevendo depois que Jerusalém caiu. A cidade está em ruínas. O povo está passando fome. E no meio de tudo isso, ele diz algo absurdo: “O SENHOR é bom para os que esperam por ele, para a alma que o busca.” (Lamentações 3:25)

Espera. Esperar!? Essa é a instrução?! No meio do caos, a palavra é esperar?!

Isso é como dizer a um sul-africano num semáforo que está vermelho há dez minutos: “Só espere.” A gente não espera. Nós inventamos atalhos. Nós fazemos um plano. Nós damos a volta. Mas Jeremias diz: esperar não é passivo. Esperar é esperança com os sapatos calçados. Esperar é confiança que ainda não desistiu.

E eu acho que essa é a primeira parte da bênção de hoje à noite: Que você saiba esperar bem. Que a sua espera não seja do tipo que range os dentes, mas do tipo que se inclina para a frente—porque o Deus que é bom já é bom, mesmo quando o cenário é sombrio.

Agora, domingo passado, o sermão foi de Efésios 4. “Vestidos para o Dia da Redenção.” E o pastor disse algo que ficou comigo. Paulo diz à igreja: “Não entristeçam o Espírito Santo de Deus, com o qual vocês foram selados para o dia da redenção.” (Efésios 4:30)

Selados. Como um carimbo no passaporte. Como uma tampa de Tupperware. Como uma mensagem no WhatsApp que aparece “lida”, mas com uma promessa anexada. Você está selado. Não porque você é perfeito. Não porque sua vida está em ordem. Mas porque o Espírito Santo reivindicou você e não vai soltar.

Mas tem uma coisa—Paulo não diz apenas “você está selado”. Ele diz: vista-se. Tire o velho homem—a mentira, a raiva, o roubo, a fofoca, a amargura. Vista o novo homem—verdade, bondade, perdão. Porque você foi selado para um dia. E esse dia está chegando.

E é aí que Apocalipse entra. Porque quando falamos do “Dia da Redenção”, não estamos falando de uma metáfora. Estamos falando do momento em que tudo o que está quebrado será consertado. Quando as lágrimas forem enxugadas. Quando os erros forem corrigidos. Quando os remidos—todos os que algum dia esperaram, toda alma que algum dia buscou—estiverem diante da presença daquele que os criou.

Mas aqui entra a parte cômica. Sabe o que é engraçado? A gente passa tanto tempo temendo esse dia—como se fosse uma prova final para a qual não estudamos. Mas o ponto de estar vestido para ele é que você não precisa temê-lo. Você não vai aparecer nu. Você não vai aparecer com suas roupas velhas, fedidas e pecaminosas. Você vai aparecer vestido—vestido de Cristo, selado pelo Espírito, esperando com esperança.

Então aqui está a sua bênção noturna. Não é complicada. É só isto:

Que você espere sem perder a esperança.
Que você busque sem desistir.
Que você tire o velho que tem pesado sobre você—a raiva, a amargura, as mentiras que você conta a si mesmo.
Que você vista o novo homem, mesmo quando parecer uma fantasia que ainda não serve direito.
Que você lembre que está selado. Carimbado. Reivindicado.
E que você descanse esta noite sabendo que o Dia da Redenção não é uma ameaça.
É uma promessa.

E quando você acordar amanhã, que você esteja um pouco mais vestido, um pouco mais gentil, um pouco mais pronto—não porque você precisa ser, mas porque você tem o privilégio de ser. Porque o Deus que é bom para os que esperam também é o Deus que voltará para buscá-los.

Boa noite. Durma bem. E se não conseguir dormir, apenas espere. Essa é a bênção.

A Night Blessing for the ones that wear their baptism daily. In English and Portuguese

 Dressed for the Day of Redemption (and Ready for Bed)

Beloved, before you turn out the light, hear this:

May the Lord sow light in your darkness while you sleep (Ps. 97:11). Not neon, not lightning—sown. Quietly. In the soil. So if today felt like bare dirt, do not despair. Joy may be germinating under the surface. You are not failing; you are compost. That is holy work.

May you set a small table tonight and invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind (Luke 14:13–14). If none are nearby, invite your tired body, your anxious mind, your 3 a.m. self. They cannot repay you. Perfect. God has promised to repay at the resurrection of the righteous—a long layaway plan, but the interest is grace.

Last Sunday we heard: put off the old self, put on the new (Eph. 4:22–24). So tonight, put off the grudge that has been living rent-free. Put off the sharp reply, the bitterness, the clamor, the malice. Hang them up. They are not pajamas. Put on kindness, tenderheartedness, forgiveness. Don’t let the sun go down on your wrath. The sun already clocked out. Let wrath go with it. It snores.

If you must be angry, be angry at injustice, at hunger, at death—not at the dishwasher, not at the driver, not at yourself. Speak truth in love. Even if the truth is “I’m exhausted,” and the love is “Goodnight.”

You are dressed for the Day of Redemption. Tonight, that means you may take off your armor and wear forgiveness like old pajamas. God is not asking you to save the world before morning. He already has a Savior. You are the beloved.

So sleep, little seed of light. Sleep, invited guest who cannot repay. Sleep, new self still learning to walk. May the Lord forgive you as you forgive, renew your mind while you rest, and wake you slightly holier, slightly gentler, and only minimally grumpy.

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

If you wake up grumpy, grace has coffee.

Vestidos para o Dia da Redenção (e Prontos para Dormir)

Amado, antes de apagar a luz, ouça isto:

Que o Senhor semeie luz na sua escuridão enquanto você dorme (Sl 97:11). Não neon, não relâmpago — semeada. Em silêncio. No solo. Então, se hoje pareceu terra nua, não se desespere. A alegria pode estar germinando abaixo da superfície. Você não está fracassando; você é adubo. Isso é trabalho santo.

Que você ponha uma mesinha esta noite e convide os pobres, os aleijados, os mancos, os cegos (Lc 14:13–14). Se não houver ninguém por perto, convide seu corpo cansado, sua mente ansiosa, seu eu das 3 da manhã. Eles não podem te retribuir. Perfeito. Deus prometeu retribuir na ressurreição dos justos — um crediário bem longo, mas os juros são graça.

No último domingo, ouvimos: dispa o velho homem, vista o novo (Ef 4:22–24). Então, esta noite, dispa o rancor que vem morando de graça. Dispa a resposta ríspida, a amargura, o clamor, a malícia. Pendure tudo. Não são pijamas. Vista a bondade, a compaixão, o perdão. Não deixe o sol se pôr sobre a sua ira. O sol já bateu o ponto. Deixe a ira ir com ele. Ela ronca.

Se precisar ficar com raiva, fique com raiva da injustiça, da fome, da morte — não do lava-louças, não do motorista, não de você mesmo. Fale a verdade em amor. Mesmo que a verdade seja “Estou exausto”, e o amor seja “Boa noite”.

Você está vestido para o Dia da Redenção. Esta noite, isso significa que você pode tirar a armadura e vestir o perdão como pijama velho. Deus não está pedindo que você salve o mundo antes de amanhecer. Ele já tem um Salvador. Você é o amado.

Então durma, pequena semente de luz. Durma, convidado que não pode retribuir. Durma, novo eu que ainda está aprendendo a andar. Que o Senhor te perdoe assim como você perdoa, renove sua mente enquanto você descansa, e te acorde um pouco mais santo, um pouco mais gentil e só minimamente mal-humorado.

Em nome do Pai, e do Filho, e do Espírito Santo. Amém.

Se você acordar de mau humor, a graça tem café.

 

A night blessing in a newness of life, in English and Portuguese

A Night Blessing for the Sealed

God,

I am not going to promise you anything tonight.
I have made too many vows
in the morning light
and broken them
by noon.

Joshua’s people said,
We also will serve the LORD, for He is our God.
They meant it.
They meant it the way I mean it
when the coffee is hot
and the sermon is still ringing
and the children are asleep.

But the night is honest.
The night knows I still have the old shirt
folded in the bottom drawer.
The one that fits too well.
The one that smells like who I was
before You called me by a name
I did not recognize.

Levi was sitting at the tax booth.
He had a ledger, a reputation,
a life measured out in coins
that never made him rich enough.

And You said, Follow Me.
Luke says he left everything
and rose and followed.

I wonder if he folded his ledger first.
I wonder if he hesitated
at the door.
I wonder if he looked back.

I wonder if the old man
is not a single garment
but a wardrobe.
A closet of selves
I keep trying on
when the new self
feels too bright,
too clean,
too much like Someone else.

Paul says to put off the old man,
which is decaying through deceitful desires,
and to put on the new,
created in righteousness and holiness.

He says not to grieve the Spirit,
by whom I was sealed
for the day of redemption.

Sealed.

Like a letter that has not yet reached its destination.
Like a promise that has not yet been fulfilled.
Like a house with Your name on the door
and I am still learning
to live inside it.

So this is my night blessing,
not for the morning version of me,
but for the one who lies down
with the day's dust still on his feet.

May you put off the old self
not as a performance,
but as a release.
Not as a punishment,
but as a homecoming.

May you put off the bitterness
that has been steeping in your chest
like tea left too long.
May you put off the anger
that you have mistaken for strength.
May you put off the lying
that you have called being realistic.
May you put off the stealing
that you have called making a living.
May you put off the corrupt talk
that you have called just venting.

And may you put on
what you cannot manufacture:

kindness, tenderheartedness,
forgiveness —
even as God in Christ forgave you.

You are sealed.
Not because you are good.
Not because you have kept the vow.
But because the Spirit has marked you
as belonging to the day
that is still coming,
the day when the old man will not rise,
the day when the wardrobe will be emptied
and only Christ will fit.

Tonight, rest in that.
Not in your resolve.
Not in your repentance.
Not even in your following.

Rest in the seal.

You are not yet what you will be.
But you are not what you were.

The old shirt is still in the drawer.
But the door is closed.
And the One who called you
is not finished
with the garment
He is making of you.

Sleep, then.
Not as one who has arrived,
but as one who has been claimed.

Amen.

Uma Bênção da Noite para os Selados

Deus,

Não vou te prometer nada esta noite.
Fiz promessas demais à luz da manhã
e as quebrei ao meio-dia.

O povo de Josué disse:
Nós também serviremos ao SENHOR, porque ele é o nosso Deus.
Eles falavam sério.
Falavam sério como eu falo sério
quando o café está quente
e o sermão ainda ecoa
e as crianças dormem.

Mas a noite é honesta.
A noite sabe que ainda tenho a camisa velha
dobrada na gaveta de baixo.
A que serve bem demais.
A que cheira a quem eu era
antes de Tu me chamares por um nome
que eu não reconhecia.

Levi estava sentado na coletoria.
Tinha um livro-caixa, uma reputação,
uma vida medida em moedas
que nunca o fizeram rico o bastante.

E Tu disseste: Segue-me.
Lucas diz que ele deixou tudo
e, levantando-se, seguiu.

Pergunto-me se ele dobrou o livro-caixa primeiro.
Pergunto-me se hesitou à porta.
Pergunto-me se olhou para trás.

Pergunto-me se o velho homem
não é uma única vestimenta,
mas um guarda-roupa.
Um armário de eus
que fico experimentando
quando o novo homem
parece brilhante demais,
limpo demais,
parecido demais com Outro.

Paulo diz para nos despojarmos do velho homem,
que se corrompe por desejos enganosos,
e para nos revestirmos do novo,
criado em justiça e santidade.

Ele diz para não entristecer o Espírito,
pelo qual fui selado
para o dia da redenção.

Selado.

Como uma carta que ainda não chegou ao seu destino.
Como uma promessa que ainda não se cumpriu.
Como uma casa com o Teu nome na porta
e eu ainda estou aprendendo
a morar dentro dela.

Então esta é a minha bênção da noite,
não para a versão matinal de mim,
mas para aquele que se deita
com o pó do dia ainda nos pés.

Que você se despoje do velho homem
não como uma performance,
mas como uma libertação.
Não como um castigo,
mas como um retorno para casa.

Que você se despoje da amargura
que ficou em infusão no seu peito
como chá deixado tempo demais.
Que você se despoje da raiva
que você confundiu com força.
Que você se despoje da mentira
que você chamou de realismo.
Que você se despoje do roubo
que você chamou de ganhar a vida.
Que você se despoje da conversa corrupta
que você chamou de apenas desabafar.

E que você se vista
daquilo que você não pode fabricar:

bondade, ternura de coração,
perdão —
assim como Deus, em Cristo, perdoou você.

Você está selado.
Não porque você é bom.
Não porque você cumpriu o voto.
Mas porque o Espírito marcou você
como pertencente ao dia
que ainda vem,
o dia em que o velho homem não se levantará,
o dia em que o guarda-roupa será esvaziado
e só Cristo caberá.

Esta noite, descanse nisso.
Não na sua determinação.
Não no seu arrependimento.
Nem mesmo no seu seguir.

Descanse no selo.

Você ainda não é o que será.
Mas você não é mais o que era.

A camisa velha ainda está na gaveta.
Mas a porta está fechada.
E Aquele que te chamou
ainda não terminou
a vestimenta
que Ele está fazendo de você.

Durma, então.
Não como quem chegou,
mas como quem foi reivindicado.

Amém.

 

Night Blessing Redemption in English and Portuguese

 A Night Blessing: Dressed for the Day of Redemption 

Beloved, before you trade your day-clothes for whatever passes as pajamas and your dignity for a pillow, hear this blessing.

Psalm 143:5 says, “I remember the days of old; I meditate on all that you have done; I ponder the work of your hands.” So tonight, when your mind wants to replay the days of old—especially that one awkward thing from 2009—redirect it. Remember His works. Ponder His hands. They made galaxies, and they are still holding you, even if you cannot remember where you put your glasses. Irony: we forget the glasses, but God does not forget the generations.

Luke 1:50 says, “His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation.” Good news: mercy is generational, not seasonal. It does not expire when you do. It follows you into the night, into tomorrow, and into the mess you will probably make by 9:15 a.m. You are not too much and not too little for that mercy.

Last Sunday’s sermon on Ephesians 4:22–32 told us to be dressed for the Day of Redemption. So let’s do a little bedtime wardrobe change. Put off the old self: the bitterness you wear like a favorite hoodie, the anger that keeps the sun up past its bedtime, the corrupt talk that slips out when you’re tired, the stealing of joy, the slander that feels like connection but isn’t. Put on the new self: kindness, tenderheartedness, forgiveness. Yes, even for that person. You know the one. Sarcasm is not a spiritual gift, though some of us have practiced it like one.

May you forgive as you have been forgiven—not because it is easy, but because you are dressed for something better. May you not let the sun go down on your anger, even if the sun already went down and your anger is still wide awake. Hand it to Jesus. He’s up anyway.

Sleep, beloved. The Lord remembers you. His mercy runs from generation to generation, and tonight it runs all the way to your bedside. Dream in grace. Wake in peace. And if you wake at 3 a.m. with a mental list of everyone who has ever wronged you, roll over, say, “Not tonight, Satan,” and go back to sleep. You’re dressed for redemption, not for a grudge match.

Amen. Good night.

Uma Bênção Noturna: Vestidos para o Dia da Redenção

Amado, antes que você troque a roupa do dia por qualquer coisa que passe por pijama e a sua dignidade por um travesseiro, ouça esta bênção.

O Salmo 143:5 diz: “Lembro-me dos dias antigos; medito em todas as tuas obras; considero a obra das tuas mãos.” Então, esta noite, quando a sua mente quiser reprisar os dias antigos — especialmente aquela coisa estranha de 2009 — redirecione. Lembre-se das obras dele. Considere as mãos dele. Elas fizeram galáxias, e continuam segurando você, mesmo que você não lembre onde colocou os óculos. Ironia: nós esquecemos os óculos, mas Deus não esquece as gerações.

Lucas 1:50 diz: “A sua misericórdia se estende de geração em geração sobre os que o temem.” Boa notícia: a misericórdia é geracional, não sazonal. Ela não expira quando você expira. Ela segue você noite adentro, amanhã adentro e para dentro da bagunça que você provavelmente vai fazer às 9h15. Você não é demais nem de menos para essa misericórdia.

O sermão do domingo passado sobre Efésios 4:22–32 nos disse para estarmos vestidos para o Dia da Redenção. Então vamos fazer uma pequena troca de roupa na hora de dormir. Deixe de lado o velho homem: a amargura que você veste como um moletom favorito, a raiva que mantém o sol acordado depois da hora de dormir, as palavras torpes que escapam quando você está cansado, o roubar a alegria, a maledicência que parece conexão, mas não é. Vista o novo homem: bondade, ternura, perdão. Sim, até por aquela pessoa. Você sabe qual. O sarcasmo não é um dom espiritual, embora alguns de nós o tenham praticado como se fosse.

Que você perdoe como foi perdoado — não porque é fácil, mas porque está vestido para algo melhor. Que você não deixe o sol se pôr sobre a sua ira, mesmo que o sol já tenha se posto e a sua ira ainda esteja bem acordada. Entregue isso a Jesus. Ele já está acordado de qualquer forma.

Durma, amado. O Senhor se lembra de você. A misericórdia dele corre de geração em geração e, esta noite, corre até a sua cabeceira. Sonhe em graça. Acorde em paz. E se você acordar às 3 da manhã com uma lista mental de todos que já lhe fizeram mal, vire para o outro lado, diga: “Hoje não, Satanás”, e volte a dormir. Você está vestido para a redenção, não para um acerto de contas movido a rancor.

Amém. Boa noite.

 

The Garden of God - Sermon at the confirtmation service in St Crucis in the 11th of october 2026

 The Garden of God

A Confirmation Sermon

Texts: Genesis 2:8–15; John 19:41–20:18; Romans 6:3–11

Grace and peace to you from God our Father and from our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.

Dear confirmands, dear parents and families, dear brothers and sisters in Christ:

I want you to imagine a garden.

Not just any garden—the most beautiful garden you can imagine.

Perhaps it has vegetables growing in neat rows. Perhaps it is a little wild, full of flowers and trees. Maybe there is a stream running through it. There are birds singing, shade when the sun is hot, and that wonderful smell of rain falling on the earth.

A place where you can breathe.

A place where you feel at home.

Now imagine that this garden is more than a beautiful place. Imagine that it is a relationship. A promise. A dream.

God's dream.

That is what we celebrate today.

Because the Bible begins in a garden. And the Bible ends with a garden-like picture of God's new creation. And right in the middle of the story, there is another garden—a garden with a tomb.

And in that garden, everything changes.

So today, I want us to take a walk through God's garden together.

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1. The Garden of God's Dream

The Bible does not begin with God sitting on a throne surrounded by angels.

It begins with a garden.

That is worth noticing.

God could have introduced Himself to us as a powerful king. Instead, in Genesis, we meet Him as the One who plants, who tends, who provides, and who walks among His creation.

Genesis 2:8 says:

“And the Lord God planted a garden in Eden, in the east; and there He put the man whom He had formed.”

And then we hear:

“The Lord God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to till it and keep it.”

And there is something even more beautiful a little later.

Genesis 3 tells us that God was walking in the garden in the cool of the day.

God was not far away.

He was not hiding behind a wall.

He was not distant and unreachable.

God was walking in the garden.

He was near.

That gives us a picture of God's desire for humanity: God wants to be with us.

The garden is not simply about flowers, trees, rivers and beauty. It is about communion, fellowship. It is about God and human beings living together.

It is about God's presence meeting our ordinary human lives.

And perhaps that is one of the things we most easily forget.

Sometimes we imagine that God is only found in the extraordinary—in great churches, in dramatic experiences, in moments when we feel particularly holy.

But the God of Genesis walks in a garden.

He meets people in ordinary places.

He comes close.

That is God's dream.

And even when humanity turned away from Him, God did not abandon that dream.

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2. God Does Not Give Up on His Garden

Adam and Eve were given a beautiful gift.

They did not create the garden. God did.

They did not create the trees. God did.

They did not create the rivers. God did.

They were simply placed there by God.

And yet they were given something important to do:

“to till it and keep it.”

They were not simply tourists in God's garden.

They were given a calling.

They were invited to care for what God had made.

But then came sin.

Human beings reached for what God had not given them. They wanted to decide for themselves what was good and what was evil. They wanted to be like God on their own terms.

And the result was brokenness.

The relationship was damaged.

They were driven out of the garden.

And if that were the end of the story, it would be a very sad story indeed.

But it isn't the end.

Because God does not give up.

Throughout the Old Testament, God keeps calling His people back. He keeps making promises. He gives them a land. He gives them His Word. He gives them prophets. He gives them signs of His presence.

God keeps planting.

God keeps tending.

God keeps calling.

And then, in the fullness of time, God does something astonishing.

He sends His Son.

Jesus comes as the new Adam—the true human being who succeeds where Adam failed.

And where does John's Gospel place the climax of Jesus' death?

In a garden.

John 19:41 says:

“Now in the place where He was crucified there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb.”

And then comes Easter morning.

Mary Magdalene comes to the garden.

The tomb is empty.

She sees Jesus, but she doesn't recognize Him.

And she thinks He is the gardener.

And in a wonderful way, she isn't wrong.

He is the gardener.

Jesus is the gardener of God's new creation.

Through His death and resurrection, He brings life out of death. He begins the restoration of what sin had broken.

The garden is opening again.

And the way into that garden is not something we build for ourselves.

It is something God gives us.

And that brings us to Baptism.

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3. Baptism: God Plants Us in His Garden

Dear confirmands, this is where you come into the story.

You are not here today because you have somehow earned God's love, or as a result of what you have “learned”, as some kind of “graduation”.

You are not being confirmed because you have finally become good enough for God.

You are here because God has already acted.

In Baptism, God came to you.

He claimed you.

He washed you.

He joined you to Christ.

He gave you His promises.

Romans 6 says:

“All of us who have been baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into His death.”

And then:

“We too might walk in newness of life.”

That is what Baptism means. I say that to you, but have to say it to your parents and to the congregation, again and again.

It is not simply a ceremony we perform because it is a family tradition.

It is not just a photograph in a baptismal gown.

It is God's promise.

God takes you and says:

“You belong to Me.”

You could almost say that Baptism is God's great act of planting.

He takes us out of the dry and broken soil of sin and plants us in Christ.

He gives us roots.

He gives us life.

He gives us His Spirit.

He makes us part of His people.

And today, in Confirmation, you are publicly saying:

“Yes.”

Not “Yes, I am perfect.”

Not “Yes, I understand everything.” Not “I have learned all”.

And certainly not “Yes, from now on I will never make another mistake.”

That would be a rather unrealistic promise!

Instead, you are saying:

“Yes, I trust this God who has already said yes to me.”

That is what confirmation is.

It is not graduation from church.

It is not the moment when you have finished learning about God.

It is not the day when God hands you a certificate and says, “Well done. You're on your own now.”

Quite the opposite.

Confirmation is a beginning.

It is your response to God's grace.

And God is not finished with you.

Paul says in Philippians 1:6 that the One who began a good work in you will bring it to completion.

In other words:

God is still gardening.

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4. You Are Called to Be Gardeners Too

So what does it mean to live as God's people?

It means we are not simply visitors in the garden.

We are called to care for it.

To plant.

To water.

To protect.

To remove the weeds when necessary.

And, sometimes, simply to wait patiently for something to grow.

Jesus says in John 15:

“I am the vine; you are the branches.”

That is a beautiful picture.

You don't have to manufacture the fruit yourself.

A branch does not struggle to produce fruit by itself.

It stays connected to the vine.

And because it remains connected to the vine, life flows through it.

That is what Christian life is like.

Stay connected to Christ.

Listen to His Word.

Receive His forgiveness.

Come to His table.

Pray.

Worship.

Stay connected to His people.

And then, slowly, sometimes almost without noticing it, fruit begins to grow.

Love.

Joy.

Peace.

Patience.

Kindness.

Goodness.

Faithfulness.

Gentleness.

Self-control.

But being part of God's garden also means being sent beyond ourselves.

You are not called simply to look after your own little corner.

You are sent into the world.

Into your homes.

Into your schools.

Into your friendships.

Into your workplaces one day.

Into your community.

Wherever you go, you have opportunities to plant little seeds of God's kingdom.

A word of encouragement.

An act of kindness.

Forgiveness when someone has hurt you.

Standing beside someone who is lonely.

Speaking up when someone is being treated unfairly.

Praying for someone who is struggling.

Sharing your faith when the opportunity comes.

These things may seem small.

But gardeners know something important:

Small seeds can grow into very big things.

And you don't have to do this alone.

The Holy Spirit is with you.

Your parents and families are with you.

Your congregation is with you.

Your brothers and sisters in Christ are with you.

And, above all, Christ is with you.

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5. The Garden Is Open

Dear confirmands,

Today you stand at an important moment in your lives.

But you are not standing at the end of the road.

You are standing at a beginning.

You have been planted in Christ through Baptism.

You have been nourished by God's Word.

You have been surrounded by the prayers, love and teaching of your family and your church.

And today you are saying:

“I want to keep walking with Christ.”

The garden is not perfect yet.

We know that.

There are still weeds.

There are still thorns.

There is still sin.

There is still sickness, loneliness, grief and death.

There will be difficult days in your lives.

There will be days when your faith feels strong.

And there may be other days when you wonder where God is.

When those days come, remember this:

God does not leave His garden.

And He does not abandon His people.

The tomb is empty.

The gardener is alive.

And the gate is open.

So walk with Him.

Let Him tend your life.

Let His Word take root in you.

Bear His fruit.

And when you fall—and you will sometimes fall—remember that the Christian life is not about never falling.

It is about knowing where to turn when you do.

Turn back to Christ.

Return to His promise.

Return to His forgiveness.

Return to the garden.

Because the One who planted you will not abandon you.

And one day, the garden will be complete.

Revelation gives us a vision of the river of the water of life, flowing from the throne of God, with the tree of life bearing its fruit.

One day, death will be no more.

One day, God's creation will be restored.

One day, we will see God face to face.

And we will live with Him forever.

So, dear confirmands, remember this:

You are not just visitors in God's garden.

You are not simply guests passing through.

You are children of God.

You belong to Christ.

You have been planted by grace.

And you are called to grow, to bear fruit, and to help make this world a little more like the garden God intends it to be.

The God who planted you will keep tending you.

The Christ who died and rose for you will never let you go.

And the Holy Spirit who lives within you will keep leading you home.

The tomb is empty.
The gardener is alive.
And the garden is open.

Amen.

 

Night blessing based on Isaiah 50:9 Romans 8:34, in English and Portuguese

A Night Blessing for the Accused and the Fed

The day is done. The dust has settled. The voices have had their say.

And what a chorus they were.

The voice of the Accuser, who has a file on you thicker than a phone book, and he loves to read it aloud, chapter and verse, right at bedtime. The voice of your own heart, which sometimes sounds a lot like the Accuser, but with better material and a more personal sting. The voice of the world, which has a million opinions and not one of them is "well done, good and faithful servant."

So, as you lie down, let’s take these verses of the day and have a little talk.

First, a word from our sponsor, the prophet Isaiah. He asks, "Who is he that condemns?" And then he answers his own question with a divine, dismissive wave of the hand. "It is God who justifies." The very One who has the right to judge has already thrown out the case. The gavel has fallen. The courtroom is empty. The Accuser is just shouting at a locked door.

And then Paul, in Romans, piles on the irony. He asks, "Who then is the one who condemns?" And he points to the one Person who could—the one who died, and was raised, and is now at the right hand of God. And what is He doing? Filing charges? Building a case? No. He is interceding for us. The Judge's own Son, the defense attorney, has never lost a case.

So let’s just pause and enjoy the sheer, ridiculous irony of it all. The very source of our greatest fear—condemnation—has been twisted into our greatest security.

And this brings us to the sermon from last Sunday. The Bread That Comes from the Cross. We spent time with that hungry crowd in Mark 8, a picture of us all. Helpless, far from home, with nothing to offer but our emptiness. And Jesus, with a sigh that sounds a lot like grace, takes a few loaves and fish—the scant, pathetic offerings of our own good works—and He blesses them, breaks them, and gives them out. And they are filled.

This is the bread that comes from the cross. It is the bread of life, broken for the broken. It is the promise that the One who justifies is also the One who feeds. The condemnation is gone, and in its place is a meal. The verdict is "Not Guilty," and the celebration is a feast.

So, here is your night blessing.

May you sleep not as a defendant awaiting a verdict, but as a child who has already been acquitted and adopted.

May the Accuser’s voice be drowned out by the sound of a table being set, of bread being broken, of a cup being poured. May the only words you hear are "Take and eat. This is for you."

And may the peace of the One who died for you, the One who rose for you, and the One who even now prays for you—that stubborn, gracious, ironical peace—guard your heart and your mind, and rock you to sleep in the knowledge that you are loved, you are forgiven, and you are full.

Goodnight. And rest easy. The case is closed. The bread is on the table. And the Accuser is just going to have to get over it.

Uma Bênção Noturna para os Acusados e os Alimentados

O dia acabou. A poeira baixou. As vozes já deram seu recado.

E que coral, hein?

A voz do Acusador, que tem um arquivo sobre você mais grosso que uma lista telefônica, e adora ler em voz alta, capítulo e versículo, bem na hora de dormir. A voz do seu próprio coração, que às vezes soa muito parecida com a do Acusador, mas com material melhor e um veneno mais pessoal. A voz do mundo, que tem um milhão de opiniões e nenhuma delas é “muito bem, servo bom e fiel”.

Então, ao se deitar, peguemos estes versículos do dia e façamos uma pequena conversa.

Primeiro, uma palavra do nosso amigo, o profeta Isaías. Ele pergunta: “Quem é que condena?” E então responde à própria pergunta com um aceno divino e desdenhoso de mão. “É Deus quem justifica.” O próprio Deus, que tem o direito de julgar, já arquivou o processo. O martelo já bateu. O tribunal está vazio. O Acusador está apenas gritando para uma porta trancada.

E então Paulo, em Romanos, intensifica a ironia. Ele pergunta: “Quem, então, condenará?” E aponta para a única Pessoa que poderia — aquele que morreu, e foi ressuscitado, e agora está à direita de Deus. E o que Ele está fazendo? Apresentando acusações? Construindo um caso? Não. Ele está intercedendo por nós. O próprio Filho do Juiz, o advogado de defesa, nunca perdeu uma causa.

Então vamos parar um instante e saborear a ironia pura e ridícula disso tudo. A própria fonte do nosso maior medo — a condenação — foi transformada em nossa maior segurança.

E isso nos traz ao sermão do domingo passado. O Pão que Vem da Cruz. Passamos um tempo com aquela multidão faminta em Marcos 8, um retrato de todos nós. Impotentes, longe de casa, sem nada a oferecer além do nosso vazio. E Jesus, com um suspiro que soa muito como graça, pega alguns pães e peixes — as ofertas escassas e patéticas das nossas próprias boas obras — e as abençoa, parte e distribui. E todos ficam satisfeitos.

Este é o pão que vem da cruz. É o pão da vida, partido para os quebrados. É a promessa de que Aquele que justifica é também Aquele que alimenta. A condenação sumiu e, em seu lugar, há uma refeição. O veredito é “Inocente”, e a celebração é um banquete.

Então, aqui está a sua bênção noturna.

Que você durma não como um réu à espera de sentença, mas como um filho que já foi absolvido e adotado.

Que a voz do Acusador seja abafada pelo som de uma mesa sendo posta, de um pão sendo partido, de um cálice sendo derramado. Que as únicas palavras que você ouça sejam: “Tome e coma. Isto é para você.”

E que a paz daquele que morreu por você, daquele que ressuscitou por você e daquele que neste momento ora por você — essa paz teimosa, cheia de graça e de ironia — guarde o seu coração e a sua mente, e embale o seu sono no conhecimento de que você é amado, perdoado e saciado.

Boa noite. E que seu descanso seja tranquilo. O caso está encerrado. O pão está na mesa. E o Acusador vai ter que simplesmente superar isso.