Power

In 1985 singer, songwriter and harmonica player Huey Lewis wrote a new song for his band, Huey Lewis and the News. The song was in the film Back to the Future, becoming a hit for the band. If you saw the movie or listened to Casey Kasem’s American Top 40 on the radio that year you’ve heard the tune.

Anyone remember the name of the song?

The Power of Love.

The lyrics are catchy, and memorable.

The power of love,
Is a curious thing,
Makes one man weep,
Makes another sing,
Changes a hawk,
To a little white dove
More than a feeling,
That’s the power of love.

Then
Today’s text from John 8:31-36 is also about power.

In it we find Jesus speaking with a group of Judeans. Judeans were from the kingdom of Judea, which is now southern Israel. The people’s identity was very much based on where they lived. They were proud of where they were from.

The people Christ spoke with believed in him. But something must have happened. Because this same group of people were now at odds with Jesus. Some were even set on killing him.

Amid this backdrop Christ began to teach. Continue in my word, he shared with the crowd. From that word you will know the truth. This truth will make you free.

Free? The people could hardly believe their ears. We’ve never been slaves to anyone, they replied. What do you mean? Their power was wrapped up in a certain geography, Judea. And because of that, in their minds, they were free.

And yet, even at a surface level, something was off. Important moments in their collective history had been forgotten. By then the people Jesus spoke with had:

  • Escaped from Egyptian entrapment
  • Been deported to Babylon for 70 years
  • Currently lived under the reality of Roman colonization.

‘Never slaves to anyone?’ Jesus might have wondered. Really?

Seeking to connect concepts, Christ continues. Sin, aka that which goes against the divine will of our creator, enslaves us. We are captive to it. The audience, deeply devout Jews, knew what Jesus referred to here well.

Much of it could be found in the Ten Commandments, what with their imperatives to not kill, steal, commit adultery, lie.

It was these actions, Jesus explained, that enslave us. Slaves have little agency, few options, no direct power of their own. On the other hand Jesus had the power to forgive, to reconcile relationships, to show them the way. And he did all this out of pure love for God’s people.

I am the truth, Christ says.
Follow me and be free.

Now
Earlier this month the ELCA Council of Bishops published an open letter emphasizing “the need to speak the truth.”

The letter begins in the beginning, in the garden of Eden. It is there where deception and lies led to the fall of humanity.

The letter names that we are a people who know and proclaim the power of Christ, God in the flesh, who said, “I am the way, the truth and the life.”

It states that we know the power of truth is greater than the power of deceit.

The letter condemns, with one voice, the hateful, deceptive, violent speech that has too readily found a place in our national discourse.

It implores members of our denomination, the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, using scripture, to do many things, including:

  • Pledging to be vigilant guardians of the truth
  • Committing to rigorous fact-checking
  • Boldly advocating for the marginalized and oppressed
  • Courageously interrupting hate speech
  • Amplifying voices of truth.

The timely letter concludes by encouraging us to resist deception, reminding us that all members of humanity are created in the image of God.

Apply
Similar to the Judeans of Biblical times, as Americans our identity is also very much tied to where we live.  Continue in my word, Christ tells us. From that word you will know the truth. This truth will make you free.

Hearing this might make you squirm a bit. Free? We’re Americans, we may respond. This is the land of the free! Perhaps we see our power wrapped up in a flag. And because of that, in our minds, we are free.

And yet, if we take a look at our collective history we notice that –

  • Slavery in the US was not so long ago
  • Hard earned gains in the Civil Rights era have begun to erode
  • Women’s rights continue to be challenged in ways old and new
  • Our longstanding welcome to immigrants, refugees and asylum seekers is shifting radically from what it once was.

Freedom is here, yes. But it’s worth asking: freedom for who?

To quote Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr, no one is free until we all are free.

As Christians the Greatest Commandment serves as the guardrails for our faith.

Love the Lord your God, and love your neighbor as yourself.

Like us, our neighbor, no matter who they are, was created in the image of God. If we treat them as anything less than that we have become shackled to sin.

Fortunately Jesus has the power to forgive, to reconcile relationships, to show us the way. And he did all this out of pure love for each of us.

I am the truth, Christ claims.
Follow me and be free.

Today
I’d suggest that, as Americans, far too often we set our sights on worldly gain.

Because of this, basic norms of our shared humanity are increasingly coming under attack in very public, significant ways. Beloved, please know:

Sexual assault is not ok. Never was. Never will be.

Demonizing people because of their gender, race, ethnicity, orientation, land of origin, political party, or anything else is not of God.

Telling countless lies in the face of fact-checking that sets the record straight is more than deceitful. It causes harm to those we lie about.

None of this is Christian.
All of this enslaves us to sin.

Reform
Today we celebrate the Protestant Reformation. With roots in Germany over 500 years ago, the Reformation represented an important pivot for all of Christianity. At the time you could pay the Catholic church to ensure your loved ones went to heaven. The system, as Martin Luther named, was not scriptural, did not adhere to traditional Christian understandings, and was, in a word, corrupt.

Instead, Luther furthered a new theological doctrine, justification by faith alone. That is to say there is nothing you can do to earn your salvation. It is freely given to you in the waters of your baptism. By faith alone salvation is yours.

Celebrating Reformation each October also serves as a reminder: Christ continues to encourage us to follow the winds of the Spirit in new ways. The need to re-form ourselves so that God’s will be done on earth, as it is in heaven, is ever constant. We are called to keep learning, keep questioning, keep growing into our faith in thought, word and deed.

Right after service I invite you to head over to Neumann Hall for a talk on Christian Nationalism by Connie Ryan, the Executive Director of the Interfaith Alliance of Iowa. Connie will describe what Christian Nationalism is, why we should be concerned about it, and how it leads us, both as Christians and Americans, astray.

For too long we’ve been humming along to the wrong song. Do you know the name of it?

The Love of Power. It’s been a top hit here in America for a while. It makes the rich richer, the poor poorer, and marginalizes all sorts of groups.

Like Huey Lewis, we too need to write a new song.

Beloved, please know this. Christ is the way, the truth and the life. To follow Christ is to be truly free. No earthly power will do.

That’s the power of love.

Faith Without Works

On Wednesday September 4, 2024, a 14-year-old student at Apalachee High in Winder, Ga, entered his school with a rifle. Around 10am he began firing at fellow students and teachers. Minutes later four people were dead, nine were injured.

Some students during the shooting huddled quietly in their classrooms for more than an hour. Many left their phones behind when they eventually evacuated. This made it difficult to connect with anxious family members.

Traffic snarled around the school as parents scrambled to find their kids.

Back home, my wife and I received emails and texts from our children’s schools naming the incident. Naming what each school is doing to try and keep our kids safe.

Just as they do every time a mass school shooting happens in the US.

Here we go again.

This latest US mass school shooting joins many others before it in recent history, including:

  • Uvalde Texas Elementary in 2022 (22 killed, 18 injured)
  • Parkland Florida High School in 2018 (17 killed, 17 injured)
  • Sandy Hook Elementary in 2012 (28 killed, 2 injured)
  • Virginia Tech in 2007 (33 killed, 17 injured)
  • Columbine Colorado High School in 1999 (15 killed, 21 injured)

The shooting on January 4 of this year, at Perry High School, a mere 40 minutes from downtown Des Moines, is still fresh on our minds. That day a seventeen-year-old killed two people, including a 6th grader and the principal, injured another six, and then turned the gun on himself.

The student accused of this latest mass shooting in Georgia, Colt Gray, used a black AR-15 style semiautomatic rifle. As best we know, the gun was purchased legally by his father. According to three different law enforcement officials the weapon used was given by the father, to the son, as a Christmas gift, in December of 2023.

Think about that. Christmas.

The day we Christians celebrate the coming of the Prince of Peace. Is the day this gift, of a semiautomatic rifle, to a minor, was given and received.

Text
Today I’d like to reflect on the text from James 2.

Consider two people who walk in the same room, James says.

One is blinged out with gold and fine threads.
The other is poor. What they wear is worthless.

If you treat those two people differently, saying “have a seat here please,” to the person with, and “stand over there,” to the person without, you have placed –

higher value on the wealthy, and
lower value on the poor.

It is this two class system Rosa Parks rebelled against when she boarded a public bus in Montgomery Alabama in 1955, refusing to move from her seat.

Consider two people who walk on the same bus.

One is white.
The other black.

If you treat those two people differently, saying “have a seat up front,” to one while saying “your place is in the back” to the other, you have done something.

You have placed –
higher value on light skin, and
lower value on dark skin.

It took boycotts, marches, and ultimately new laws borne of the Civil Rights movement of the 1950s and 1960s to correct this injustice. It took changes to US law for this discriminatory practice to go away.

James chapter 2 uses slightly different language.

When you treat two people differently, based on anything, scripture says:

It is favoritism.
It is partiality.
It is, in a word, sin.

When you do this, verse 4 says, we become judges with evil thoughts.

Ouch.

The reason showing favoritism runs counter to what we are called to as Christ followers is simple. Showing favoritism makes it difficult to live into the Greatest Commandment to love your neighbor as yourself.

For when we care for some of our neighbors, at the expense of others, it separates us from each other. And it separates us from our God.

Next
Consider two other people who walk on the same bus.

One owns a semiautomatic rifle.
The other is one of our children, just trying to get to school.

If you treat those two people differently, saying “have a seat up front,” to the semiautomatic rifle owner, and “your place is in the back” to the child, you have done something.

You have prioritized a hobby over the safety of our kids.

Our shared Christian faith is clear: this mindset is not of God.

And it’s been this way for 2,000 years.

That’s great Pastor, you might find yourself thinking, but what can I do?

Beloved, I’ve got good news:

Said differently, two out of three, on each of these, represents the possibility of very real change.

To date we have let our politicians be co-opted by gun lobbyists for their own financial gain.

But we don’t have to.

We can support common sense gun reforms consistent with the tenants of our shared Christian faith.

Just like we did to secure Civil Rights –

We too can boycott.
We too can march.
We too can vote.

November 6 is less than two months away.

Forget about thoughts and prayers.
For faith without works is dead.

This is the time to speak out.
This is the time to act.

It will take change, to US law, to address the tragedy of mass school shootings.
For all children of God, who are also our children, deserve more.  Amen.

 

Home

Home.

It is where we head after a day spent at work, school, play.
It is where we eat, nourishing our body for the road ahead.
It is where we sleep, finding solace for the night.
It is where we wake, heading into the world once again.
It is where we are embraced, supported, cared for, loved.

It is when college students in dorms miss the smells of their rooms – even if it’s soiled laundry. They yearn for home.

It is when the elderly in assisted living miss their curio cabinets, filled with what they once had. They long for home.

It is when our family had an absolutely wonderful trip to the Cascade mountains this summer, and couldn’t help but wonder how our family dog Churro was doing. Because we missed her.

Where was Churro? She was here, in Des Moines. At home.

It is our shelter from the storm.
It is the canvas for our love.
It is our mosaic of shared laughter.
It is the garden where affection grows.
It is our cornerstone of stability.

It is home.

Ideally home is all of that for us.
Other times, sadly, reality falls short.

Sometimes our homes suffer from abuse, addiction, neglect.
Or have dysfunction between partners, parents, siblings.
Other times they are much quieter than they once were.

In these moments we can’t help but desire more –
Peace, community, love, life.

This is what it is to be home.

Conversations
Today’s text concludes a five-week study of John chapter 6. The chapter begins with feeding the multitudes. Thousands of hungry people, who didn’t have much to start with, were fed. The people there that day were exuberant. And why not? Look at all that Jesus had done.

The story continues with disciples at sea. The winds were strong, the waters rough, the boat rocked to and fro. Jesus arrives, walks on water, calms the storms, says simply fear not. The boat arrives, destination reached, all aboard are safe and sound.

Bellies filled, fears calmed, people can’t help but wonder –

Who is this man?
What does he represent?
What might this mean?

Jesus said to them, I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry. Whoever believes in me will never thirst.

Not understanding, those gathered complained amongst themselves.

Jesus continued, saying, whoever eats of this bread will have eternal life.

They complained amongst themselves some more.

Those who eat my flesh and drink my blood abide in me, and I in them, Jesus continued, trying to explain once again.

To abide is:
to dwell,
to reside,
to live.

Said differently, whoever eats of the bread, and drinks from the cup, is at home in Christ. Just as Christ is at home in them.

In that moment Jesus had offered a home improvement, an upgrade to that which they did not have: the chance to be one with the Son of God.

Many gathered there still struggled to understand.

This teaching is difficult, they said, who can accept it?

It turns out very few. For that day, scripture says, many of his disciples headed back to their earthly homes. Christ offered them the gift of oneness with the divine. But the people feared change. So they withdrew, turning back to what they already knew.

Jesus then turned to the twelve that remained, asking do you also wish to go away? Simon Peter answered, Lord to whom can we go? You have the words of eternal life.

In just a day or two, the multitudes that had been fed and were following this teacher – thousands of them – had whittled down to just twelve.

Why? Because Jesus defined what it is to be a Christ-follower. Scripture says it offended many.

Those that remained –
knew who they were,
knew whose they were,
knew what they had been called to do.

For they were at home in Christ.
And Christ was at home in them.

Jesus and the twelve then got organized, went out, and got to sharing Christ’s salvific love for the world. Two millennia later we are called to do the same.

Here
At St. John’s, we take this notion of being home to heart.

For if God so loves the world – and God does – it sets a very high bar. For God desires that each of us find our home in Christ.

As a Reconciling in Christ congregation our welcome extends to all of God’s children, without exception.

Whether you are –
Gay or straight,
Trans or bi,

Or go by –
He/him
She/her
They/them
He/they
She/they

or any other combination of categories or pronouns possible – and there are a lot – please know: you can be yourself here. And you are loved.

Our welcome statement is expansive. We celebrate you for you, regardless of your marital status, gender identity and expression, mental or physical abilities, cultural background, immigration status, and any other demographic there is.

We believe all people are created in God’s image. We honor and respect all of it. As a community of faith our mission is to be a caring, loving people, actively engaged in living out God’s vision for this world.

Jesus
Earlier this week, right around noon, I found myself walking past our office entrance and glanced out the window to our courtyard. I watched as a Latino mother and her young daughter entered the Courtyard with a sandwich, an orange, some lemonade. They had just gotten their meal from the Connection Café. That’s the free lunch program we offer here five days a week to the food insecure and unhoused, no questions asked.

Spotting the bench next to the Jesus statue that overlooks our fountain, the two went and sat down. The girl wore a brightly colored, flower filled flowing dress. She looked to be about four or five years old. Seeming a bit antsy, the girl stood up, went to the statue, reached her right hand out, touched Christ’s cloak, and smiled.

She then leaned down, putting both her hands in the water Jesus stands over, playfully splashed and laughed. With joy in her face she turned around, looked at mom, happy as she could be. Mom motioned for the girl to join her on the bench. She did. Mom then handed her a sandwich. The girl sat down, took a bite of bread, gazed up at the face of Jesus, smiling contentedly some more.

Watching this beautiful moment, I couldn’t help but be reminded of another gospel text.

If only I could touch his cloak, the ailing woman said, I shall be made whole.

The woman did. The woman was instantly healed.

And here, in the courtyard of St. John’s, this little girl had done the same. In that moment all her needs were met.

I don’t know if these two were US Citizens, or immigrants, or had a green card.
I can’t tell you how well either spoke English. Or if they spoke English at all.
I can’t tell you if mom had a job. I don’t know if the two have a home.

But we fed them.

Not because we think they deserve it.
We feed people because they are hungry.
For that is what Christ calls us to do.

And if they ever wanted to lay their heads down, at the feet of Jesus in our courtyard, day or night, that would be a-ok.

But let’s be honest, we have a low-income housing shortage in Des Moines. A shortage that our local government isn’t taking as seriously as they should. We can do better than that.

Apply
Here at St. John’s, we too offer –

Shelter from the storm.
A mosaic of shared laughter.
A canvas for our love.
A cornerstone of stability.
A courtyard where affection grows.

We offer that for members, guests, neighbors, friends.
We offer that for homeowners, renters, couch surfers, the unhoused.
We offer that to all of God’s children. We do so no matter what.

At each and every service, Pastor Stephanie or I, before distributing the bread and the wine, offer an invitation.

All are welcome at the Lord’s table.

These are words we don’t take lightly.
These are words we take to heart.

Like today’s gospel, you may find yourselves thinking, this teaching is difficult, who can accept it?

If that’s you, keep asking questions, keep learning.
Following Christ represents the path less traveled.
It is a difficult, yet rewarding journey we are on.

Do you want to abide in Christ, as Christ abides in you?
And do so among a diverse tapestry of Creation that includes all?

If this sounds like something you’d like to be part of, I have good news for you, beloved.

Welcome home. Amen.

Complaints

A reflection on the Creation story, the Red Sea crossing, fishes and loaves, and today.

In the beginning
God made the heavens,
and the earth, creating

light and darkness,
water and land,
stars and sky.

Giving all life a home.

Soon there were –
Aardvarks and avocados,
Muskrats and mangos,
Zebras and Zucchini.

Alongside everything else,
betwixt and between.

God then made Adam and Eve,
Looked around, and smiled.

God paused, reflected,
Concluding this:

It is good.

For God so loved it all.

God gave the two
one simple rule:

See that tree?
It contains knowledge
of good, of evil.

From that tree
God shared,
I ask just this:

Don’t eat the fruit.

Each evening,
for a while,
utopia unfolded.

Creator and created,
walked, talked, laughed,
side by side they went.

All was as it should be.

But then,
A snake,
A temptation,
A complaint.

The couple wondered,
why can’t we eat
from that one tree?
Is God holding out on us?
What might we miss?

Their complaint led to action; they ate.

They then realized –
They were naked.
They were afraid.

The Lord too realized something.
The first couple did not trust their God.

Even though all their needs had been met.

This broke God’s heart.

The pair were then sent away,
from the idyllic garden.

Creator and created,
no longer able to –
walk and talk and laugh,
in the flesh, together, each day.

Since then,
the relationship,
between God and us,
would never be
quite the same.

Wandering
Later, God’s people
found themselves ensnared.
Taken from their homes,
forced to serve another,
laboring on lands not their own.

But then momentum.

God sent Moses and Aaron,
to Pharaoh, with a message:
Let my people go.

It took more than that.

First one plague.
Then another.
Then another.
Then BOOM. Impact.

Go, Pharaoh said. Go.

So they went.

Then –
A change of heart,
A race,
A weaponed pursuit.

God’s people were not yet free.

They were trapped,
at the edge of the sea.

God told Moses,
Lift up your staff.

He did.

The seas parted,
a path now clear,
God’s people walked through.

Still being pursued,
by those intent on harm,
God told Moses,
Lower your staff.

He did.

The waters returned.
The horse and the rider,
they who gave chase,
fell into the sea.

The people had been rescued.
The people were now free.
The people cheered.
God has saved us!

God looked around, and smiled.

It was a Charlton Heston moment through and through.

God paused, reflected,
Concluding this:

It is good.

For God so loved them all.

The people were now hungry.

So God sent down manna,
bread from heaven,
meeting this need too.

But then, the people began
to talk amongst themselves.

They grumbled.
They grumbled some more.

We want meat!
We want fish! And
cucumbers, melons and leeks!

Just like we had in Egypt.
When we were slaves.
We were better off then,
the people claimed.

The people complained,
And complained,
And complained.

The Lord realized something.
The people did not trust their God.

Even though all their needs had been met.

This broke God’s heart.

The people then wandered,
in the wilderness,
for forty years,
waiting, impatiently,
for a land to call their own.

Jesus
In another beginning
was the Word,
and the Word
was with God,
And the Word was God.

What has come into being in him was life,
and the life was the light of all people.

Christ got going –
calling disciples,
forgiving sins,
teaching, preaching,
transforming
hearts and minds.

And the miracles!

From healing the sick,
to raising the dead,
to turning water to wine –

there was seemingly nothing the Son of God couldn’t do.

One miracle in particular,
Got people talking.

Jesus was teaching,
the crowd was large,
and hungry;
there was no food.

Well not much.

A boy offered
five loaves, two fish.

What good,
disciples wondered,
was that?

Jesus took the food,
gave thanks above,
feeding everyone
gathered that day.

About 5,000 each
who ate their fill.

It was a miracle
of multiplication.

The people cheered.
This is a prophet!
God has fed us!

Jesus looked around, and smiled.

Christ paused, reflected,
Concluding this:

It is good.

For God so loved them all.

Jesus said to them,
I am the bread of life.

Bread from heaven.
Whoever comes to me
will never be hungry.

But then the people began
to talk amongst themselves.

They grumbled.

Is this not Jesus?

Whose father,
and mother we know?

How can he say,
I come from heaven?

The people complained.
Then they complained some more.

Jesus, knowing complaints about his origins could cause division among God’s people, chose not to engage in formal debate.

Do not complain among yourselves, Jesus says.

I am the bread of life.
Eat of this bread,
which comes from heaven,
and you will have eternal life.

Some chose to eat.
Others opted to complain some more.

Today
People of God, hear the word of the Lord.

Do not complain among yourselves.

Complaining –
separates us from God.
separates us from each other.

Instead, feast on the bread of life.

With it you will never go hungry.
With it you will always be filled.
With it all your needs are met,
Through our Savior Jesus Christ.

No other meal will do.

Mercy

To you I lift up my eyes,
    O you who are enthroned in the heavens!
As the eyes of servants
    look to the hand of their master,
as the eyes of a maid
    to the hand of her mistress,
so our eyes look to the LORD our God,
    until he has mercy upon us.

Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us,
    for we have had more than enough of contempt.
Our soul has had more than its fill
    of the scorn of those who are at ease,
    of the contempt of the proud.

So goes Psalm 123.

The prayer is –
Simple,
Direct,
Trusting,
Confident.

It is a Song of Ascents. Said differently: it looks up. Originally voiced while on pilgrimage, the people traveled, from lands near and far, to Jerusalem for a religious festival. They sang their hoped-for fortunes as they went. It is a prayer in motion.

It is sung in community, on a journey to the divine.
It is sung outdoors, under the sun, the moon, the stars.

The song begins.

I lift my eyes to you,
Who are enthroned above.

Servants rely on those they serve.
Maids rely on who owns what they clean.
So too their eyes look to the Lord their God.

The people pray for care.

Have mercy upon us, they petition,
Have mercy upon us, O Lord.
Have mercy upon us!

They request mercy –
Not once,
Or twice,
But thrice.

Mercy is to –
Show unconditional regard;
Offer love that is complete;
Give oneself to the wellbeing of another soul.

It is to do so without prerequisite.

Mercy is needed because the community the Psalmist speaks for is being treated with contempt.

Contempt is to –
Despise;
Mock;
Scorn.

It is to treat someone as less than you.

When it comes to the contempt they have suffered, the Psalmist says they have had enough. Enough of what? The Psalmist continues: these pilgrimage people are being scorned by those who are at ease.

Esteemed theologian Walter Brueggemann notes this same phrase, those who are at ease, is also found in Amos 6:1. There the phrase is a reference to affluence, those with financial means. The affluent, says Amos, are often –

Arrogant,
Self-indulgent,
Indifferent to those with less.

Those who are at ease often struggle with how to treat people who depend on someone else’s thumbs up, or thumbs down, to simply survive.

Yet ours is a God who hears the cry of the desperate. This is the crux of Psalm 123.

Reflecting on this text, I can’t help but be reminded of our unhoused friends here in Des Moines.

They too travel from lands near and far.
They too voice hoped-for fortunes.
Theirs too is a prayer in motion.

All done under the sun, the moon, the stars.

Their Song of Ascents, from people with so little, in need of so much, might go something like this:

A Psalm of the unhoused.

To you I lift up my eyes,
    Creator of all that is.
As the eyes of an employee
    look to their manager,
as the eyes of a patient
    to their surgeon,
so the eyes of the unhoused
    look to the Lord our God,
    until you have mercy upon us.

Have mercy upon us,
    the unhoused, Lord,
    have mercy upon us!
For we have had more
    than enough of contempt.
We are scorned by people of means.
    Swept from public lands,
    businesses, non-profits,
    communities of faith.
All on land you, O Lord, created,
    and claim as your own.

Our bodies deteriorate,
    our mental state is weak,
    our social connections few.
Our emotional and spiritual needs? Ha!
    We struggle to be seen as even human;
    often we struggle to even be seen.

Then, in the distance, a sign,
    on the building,
    at the corner,
    of Watson Powell and 6th.
    ALL ARE WELCOME it boldly states.
Then, on that same building,
    another, in letters many feet tall:
    IN THE CITY FOR GOOD.

What does this mean?
    Might it include we, the unhoused?
    Might this place show your mercy, O Lord?
    Might here be a source of nourishment,
    emotional, spiritual care?
Or will we be placed in contempt,
    as elsewhere we so often are?

To you, we lift up our eyes,
    Creator of all that is.