The second installment in this November series of Baggage and Checkpoints is "Baggage Claim: Sand Creek." When you're on a trip and you deplane and head to wait at the baggage claim, of course, your strongest desire is that you see your bags come across the conveyer belt and head your way. And when they don't, your heart just sinks. It's happened to some of us and you know that sinking feeling.
But, when it comes to the baggage that we carry around with us, either personally or communally, we sometimes would rather we didn't see or feel or think about our baggage at all. And yet, it does come around on the conveyer belt called 'life' or 'history' or 'repentance' or whatever you want to call it... and we are forced to see it on the conveyer in front of us seeking to be claimed and owned. And it is in the claiming and owning of the baggage of our collective past we can find the freedom that Jesus walks the path of and Paul expounds on that is called justification by faith... right living... the path toward God rather than away from God, even when it's hard. So, today, we re-examine a topic I first preached about a year and a half ago on Native American Awareness Sunday. The Methodist ties to the Sand Creek Massacre.
Click HERE for that blogpost that will once again be the sermon preached this Sunday.
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