The greatest gifts a
person could ever own
I hold in my
hands one of the greatest gifts a person could ever own.
It is one of those items that can be passed down from
one generation to the next. From father to son, mother
to daughter. It's like a photo album or scrap book that
has been carefully maintained and updated. The story of
your ancestors, your genealogy.
It is a collection of documents
that can connect us to another era as fast as any time
machine ever imagined. It is history, law, model
government, and moral deliberation. It is poetry,
wisdom, and song. It is a love story, a mystery, an
apocalypse. It is full of adventure, war, killing, and
heroic rescue. Devoted friendships, tragic mistakes,
international spies and intrigue. It is a resource to
understand our world today and the answer to every
dilemma
And, every Sunday you get to
hear four - (not just one!) installments of the greatest
epic adventure ever. And, that my friends is exciting!
Bible writers were skilled at their task, too. God
didn't just inspire common fishermen, herdsmen and
carpenters….God talked with literary folks, educated
folks, multi-linguists, and highly traveled people. The
texts are littered with metaphors, sarcasm, enthusiasm,
passion, double entendre, poetic devices, rhythm and
meter and the latest social and political imagery. The
Bible is a vivid mural of life, yet somehow, over the
years it appears that something has lost its sparkle.
I watched some of your faces
from where I sat. And, you know, y'all have great masks
that hide what you are feeling as these stories are
read. So, I thought we could focus a bit on our four
readings and try to enter into the dynamics of these
passages. It is easy to take the path of least effort,
to read the obvious and assume that is what God
intended. But what I want you to try to do is enter the
story, receive its fullness, gather the richness and be
changed. And when I say story, I do not mean fiction,
but rather a teaching method that takes you out of the
classroom setting and into reality, beyond memorizing
dates and facts and being controlled to connecting what
you need to learn with your own life experience. And,
Jesus was expert at it.
Three of our readings speak of
the very familiar and comforting identity of Jesus as
Shepherd, the one who protects, feeds, guides and brings
his sheep to life itself. Yet, is that all? I ask that
because very few of us encounter many real shepherds.
Let's look at the 23rd Psalm.
"He makes me lie down in green pastures." That phrase
kept going through my head as I looked at acres and
acres of fields yesterday, unmowed spring grasses waving
in the breeze. I thought of lying down, partially
hidden, staring up at the blue sky, watching the cloud
formations, hearing the buzzing of the bees as they fly
from blossom to blossom under the hot sun. I could see
my dog lying in the yard, glad to see winter is over for
now closing her eyes as she naps contentedly. "Though I
walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall
fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your
staff, they comfort me. There's a movie out right now,
called "Big Fish." It's a superb movie about the power
of story. In one scene the main character, as a young
boy, has an opportunity to look into the future and see
how he will die. He says it is a means of strength
'cause he knows he can get through any of the other
things life throws at him, since he knows how his story
ends. At one point, he was literally walking through a
valley filled with dense trees that were reaching out to
trap him. He vainly struggled, until he remembered "the
rest of his story." At that point, he triumphed. We, too
may triumph because we know the rest of our story. We
can weather just about anything because, like the
Israelites we trust in God's promises to uphold us. We -
know the end of our story - sustained and loved by God.
The story of Tabitha is all too
familiar for those who have family or friends who have
gone home to God. We could summarize this story as a
miracle that the faithful apostle Peter was able to
accomplish because of prayer and the commissioning given
to him by Jesus. Yet, then we would miss the amazing
value of community support in a time of grief and a time
of need.
Yesterday I attended the funeral
of a 16 year old boy who had taken his life on Wednesday
after school. We arrived a half hour early but already
the cars lined the street on both sides and the church
was standing room only. I witnessed first hand the truth
of the verse…. "All the widows stood beside him, weeping
and showing tunics and other clothing that Dorcas had
made while she was with them." The teen's mother, father
and young sister told each of their stories of Kyle and
people wept. Displayed in front of the railing were
photos since infancy and items from his life by which he
was well known. Pastor thanked them for sharing because
it allowed us all to work through our personal grieving
together. And, a woman from the back came forward. 22
years ago, she had lost her child and reminded us how
these stories allow Kyle to continue to live in our
hearts and not become just a memory.
In the gospel passage from John,
Jesus reveals the deep relationship he has with the
Father. How close in purpose and the strength of the
bond they have with one another and with those who are
of the fold. But it is told in a very real setting that
illustrates just how safe those sheep are. You can
imagine how crowded Jerusalem is during any festival.
Kind of like New York City on New Year's Eve. It would
be easy for members of any group to get separated from
one another by all the hustle and bustle. Jesus uses a
curious phrase that fits the situation then and now. "No
one will snatch them out of my hand." In Jesus' day,
wolves and other predators would sneak in and take an
unsuspecting sheep at a moment's notice. I envisioned
pick pockets from the movie Oliver because several times
when I had been a tourist in Europe, beggars would
surround you on the steps of cathedrals asking in broken
English for money while the children easily slipped a
hand in your purse snatching valuables. Think of today's
moms with several little ones in a crowded mall. The
anxiety of a loving mom…the worry of the kids wandering
off, getting lost, and being snatched up by a complete
stranger never to be seen again.
But Jesus says his voice is
known by his sheep. The deep bond that is between the
Father and the Son becomes the bond with those who are
loved by them.
I've saved Revelation for last.
I do this because it has been for centuries the
playground of those fortune seekers who like to play on
the fears of every man. With its mind blowing imagery we
are easy prey for those who seek to know the future of
humanity by equating historical events, computer
generated patterns, or simply writing exciting novels
that have lots of thrills but no theological depth.
Instead, Revelation is a book
filled with hope. This passage describes for us a scene
where all peoples not just Jews and Christians are
gathered in the presence of God. It does not say they
all converted but it does say they came to understand
the source of all life, knowledge and wisdom as coming
from God and the Lamb. And this truth comes to us in the
form of a paradox. The Bible often brings together
images that seemingly cannot be reconciled with each
other, that cannot exist at the same time in the same
place. Can you imagine citizens of the United States
standing side by side with Iraqis, Palestinians,
Afghanis, North Koreans, South Koreans, Chinese,
Japanese, Russians, French, Spanish, Germans, Cubans,
Mexicans, etc, etc, etc before God on an equal footing?
Considering the current state of affairs in our world,
it would seem improbable.
If you want to know the future,
there it is. "These are they who have come out of the
great ordeal; they have washed their robes and made them
white in the blood of the Lamb."
Now if you think about it that
is an absolute paradox. Everyone knows that if you wash
something in blood, it does not come out white. But this
image is so powerful, that I want to illustrate it for
you. I want it to be one of the things you take home
with you. This is especially meaningful since we are
about to have communion.
What I have in the bottle is NOT
blood, but red food coloring but it stains just as much.
My hands will be stained as I hand you the body of
Christ for I too am a sinner.
Jesus died - not just for the
sins of those who were his contemporaries, but for us
who would come two thousand years later. We are just as
guilty of nailing Christ to the cross as the fanatical
Pharisees and or the Roman soldiers doing what they had
been trained to do. We cannot escape the sinful nature
of our existence. The sins we commit are but symptoms of
a greater systemic problem that only our God can
resolve. This scene before the throne of God declares
that most emphatically. Our God is an awesome God. No
matter how many holy wars we think we are engaged in. No
matter how many people of this earth we watch starve to
death. No matter how many medical conditions are created
because of our tampering with creation, no matter how
many people we shun because of their differences. God
ultimately gets God's way. Jesus will bring his sheep
home - all of them together - to stand before God -
washed clean because of what Jesus has already done for
us.
We know the end of the story.
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