Sunday, January 17, 2010

The Winemaker

The Winemaker

Isaiah 62:2-5 Copyright © 2010, Robert J. Elder
John 2:1-12 January 17, 2010

We share two scripture lessons this morning, and, though I intended to speak mostly on the reading from John’s gospel, the events of the past week with the devastating earthquake in Haiti move me in the direction of the words from Isaiah as well.

Philip Wogaman is a professor of ethics and the former dean of Wesley Theological Seminary in Washington, D.C. I read least week that, following the earthquake, he began class with this question: 'What is the central theme of the Bible?'[1] The students responded the ways most of us would, I think: love, forgiveness, salvation. We could think of more along this line. The one answer he did not receive was the word hope. So he lectured on hope as the message of the resurrection. It is the biblical message declaring there is always a new day on its way. It is the message that no matter how tragic life may be, the possibilities for new beginnings are woven into the darkest of times; which does not discount the severity of Haiti’s present agony. What it does mean is that in the midst of even horrible circumstances there still exists the possibility for new beginning.

A death toll that, by some forecasts, ultimately could be as high as 500,000 people may be too much for us to comprehend usefully. But factor each death down to one individual, each becomes a unique person who no longer lives among us. It is one person who will never enjoy living into his or her twilight years or have children or dream dreams of achievement. And in all this there will always be the question:

“Why did God allow this to happen?”

Chapters 40 through 66 of Isaiah have come to be called “The Book of Comfort.” Isaiah declares to his people in exile that their land will be restored after its devastation and their exile from their homes. Isaiah declares: “You shall no more be termed Forsaken; neither shall your land any more be termed Desolate: … for the Lord delights in you…” This is a message of hope.

Though the sorrow will remain in Haiti for generations, we have confidence in the words of Isaiah as well as dozens of assurances that I have received through e-mail this weekend, that the communities will rebuild and missionaries and funds, and health workers are already en route. Perhaps Haiti, too, will have a new name. The message of hope is embedded in the Resurrection. Now God’s people are asked to respond to the summons of Isaiah.

Now, to the story of Jesus’ miracle at the wedding in Cana. It is a very famous one. And rightfully so. Here we have the leader of a movement that has at times been followed in long-faced, dour fashion — this one to whom some respond sadly, almost mournfully – saving a wedding party just in the nick of time, bringing hope out of hopelessness even in this social circumstance, by helping out with the refreshments. It could possibly serve as a parable – for anyone who has felt afflicted upon finding themselves placed on the punch and cookie committee – that Jesus knows even in this way what it is to be human.

Acres of trees have given their lives for paper on which debates have raged over whether Jesus actually made fermented wine or unfermented grape juice; oceans of ink have been spilled on those forgotten forests to argue the pros and cons of wine making and drinking and other issues seemingly raised in this passage.

In fact, this passage has been so much discussed and so often misunderstood, it is probably just as important to say what it is not as to say what it is . The list of subjects not really touched upon by this passage include the following:

  1. It is not a lesson in how not to treat your parents nor a story of how a Jewish boy mistreated his mother. When she told Jesus that they were out of wine, he lamented to his mother that his time had not come. He said, “O woman, what have you to do with me?” Actually, the Greek could have been translated to say, “Pardon me, Ma’am, but what has this to do with either of us? Is this my problem?”
  2. This passage is not a demonstration of the fact that Jesus was particularly fond of married people, or that he supported the institution of marriage. This is not to say that he didn’t love married people or think that marriage was important, but you can’t prove these things from this text. It has occasionally been interpreted that way, but that is stretching things pretty far. This is not a story about marriage or weddings. Who ever heard a story about a wedding that not only fails to name the couple, but fails ever to mention any of the members of the participating families at all?
  3. This story is not a primer on the way Jesus acted at parties. Some have developed this conjecture to an extent that suggests the reason the wine ran out before the party was over was that Jesus and his disciples – invited at the last minute – came and drank up the supplies! Not likely.
  4. This is not even a public miracle story, in the way of other miracles or magic. That is to say, this was not a miracle performed in public to impress bystanders. No one even knew of the miracle except the servants, and there is no record that they said anything to anyone. Even if they had, who is likely to believe the word of slaves? And what would magic prove? The purpose of good magic is to hide the deceit of the magician, making things appear to be what they are not. While magic conceals the truth and promotes a fiction, the purpose of miracles is to reveal the truth and promote disclosure. True miracles of Jesus are meant to reveal who Jesus is to those in a position to see his ministry. But no one saw this, at least not publicly. It is not a public miracle story.
  5. One final thing that this story is not, and this may be the most misunderstood aspect of all. This is not a lesson on the Biblical standard concerning the use of fermented or unfermented wine. For decades the argument has gone on. Those who say that taking a drink is perfectly alright have pointed to this passage and said that it proves unquestionably that Jesus approved of the use of spirits. Just as adamantly, those who oppose the use of alcoholic beverages say that no grape was ever made that could ferment in the time it takes to fill some barrels with water and then dip some out, proving that Jesus used unfermented wine. This amounts to making the Bible give answers to questions that it is not even asking.
None of these truly represents John’s purpose in sharing this gospel story with us. In following all these false leads, wouldn’t it reveal us to be more interested in the wine than the winemaker? The point of this story lies somewhere in the miracle, unquestionably. But probably not as we may have been trying to view it. As one scholar said, “God has more in mind for us than the alleviation of household shortages.” Our view may have been too small. We need to read stories like this, keeping in mind all the while the whole purpose that John maintained in writing his gospel was that the person of Jesus might be better understood; that those who came after might have the opportunity to believe in him.

Had it been one of us performing this transformation of water into wine, it is not likely that we would have done it in the pantry; we would have walked to the middle of the ballroom, waited until the room grew quiet, perhaps asked for a spotlight and a drum roll. Then we would have brought it off while all eyes were upon us so that people might be convinced about our power and spread the word. Here, on the contrary, Jesus did his work in private, and only the serving people knew. We would likely have wanted to build up a following so that – because of our popular support – a crucifixion could have been prevented. Jesus seems unconcerned about popular support, and, ultimately, just as disinclined to take steps to prevent his own execution.

Clearing away the incidentals, we begin to see more foundational themes in this passage: that the best can come at the last; that even when disaster looms, over a wedding party, or over a cross, God wills that good should happen in the midst of it.

Isaiah’s words are also associated with wedding imagery. This time it was the metaphorical wedding between Israel and her Lord after the exile. And what we learn is that a major change of status such as that which takes place at a wedding, requires a change of name. When God reclaimed Israel after the exile, things became different. No longer was their nickname, “The Nation That God Forgot,” or “How Jacob’s Family Lost the Farm.” Now other nations would look to Israel and call her “God’s Beloved.” Would that such a transforming re-naming could happen for the people of Haiti in the coming months and years of rebuilding. Only women in our culture who choose to do so can fully understand the deep significance of changing one’s name on the wedding day, and even that simple act, once taken for granted, has undergone change in our culture. But there are cultures in which both men and women take on new names upon the occasion of their wedding, to match the new status that marriage necessarily involves for both parties.

That was the case with the disciples at this marriage in Cana. They began to see Jesus with new eyes. Have you ever had the experience of looking at someone that you have known well for a good number of years, and suddenly being struck by a feeling of separateness from them, the notion that you really don’t know them at all? This is most striking when it occurs to us as we sit with a parent or spouse, or very close friend or relative. And it usually happens when they haven’t the slightest idea what is going through our minds. We glance at them and are suddenly impressed by their distinction from us, and we see them, even momentarily, in a whole new way. Generally these feelings pass as swiftly as they come, and we don’t give them another thought.

I think that may be the way the disciples looked at Jesus that day, when they must have heard, after the fact, what he had done. It was the first miracle John recorded. Jesus didn’t even perform it for their benefit. But when they heard, they knew that they hadn’t even begun to understand who this man was, that somehow he was more than they had ever anticipated.

We have said many of the things that this passage is not. We must not fail to work at an understanding of what it is. Everything in the passage points to verse 11: “This, the first of his signs, Jesus did at Cana in Galilee, and manifested his glory; and his disciples believed in him.” Faith was busily being born in the disciples in the most ordinary and unexpected of circumstances.

Think of it: when can you recall faith being born for you? Probably it has been on more than one occasion when you can recall that something special has gone on between you and the Lord. Still, chances are it was in an unpredictable circumstance. Was it at a large evangelistic rally? Was it during a reading of devotional literature that you suddenly came to the conclusion that faith was emerging in your heart? Possibly, at least at some point in your life, a rebirth of faith has occurred at an unlikely time, a time largely uninvited, unsolicited, and beyond easy explanation; in the kitchen or on a trip, or during a conversation. It may have surprised you.

Perhaps it was at the funeral of a loved one, a time when many people take a fresh look at what is important in their lives and discover the gentle tug of the gospel. Maybe it was at a wedding, as it was in Cana, when our thoughts are more likely to run along the mundane track of evaluating dresses, flowers, and aisle runners. Perhaps at that time, especially if the wedding involved someone very close to you, you found yourself experiencing an unsolicited birth of new faith.

It could have been under any of a hundred other everyday circumstances, when discovering a new relationship with Jesus was the last thing on your mind. Faith is not necessarily meant to be born at a wedding, but it can be born even there. That is what happened one day in Cana.

The focus of the story is not on the couple, the wine, the wedding, or even on Jesus’ mother. The focus is on Jesus, who was then seen by his followers as if for the first time: A revelation of who he was, beginning to dawn upon them. The focus of the story is not the wine, but the winemaker, the one who can make all things new: even a shabby little marital affair in a backwater district of Galilee. And once we have seen the meaning of the miracle, the disciples who hear the story and believe are us; for we realize we can be changed as fully by Christ as the water that became wine.

Copyright © 2010 Robert J. Elder, all rights reserved

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[1] Thanks to “Hope for a New Beginning,” by Ronald J. Love, for helpful words last week on Isaiah’s word to us.


Sunday, January 10, 2010

Divine Vocalise

Divine Vocalise
Baptism of the Lord, January 10, 2010
© 2010 copyright 2010 Robert J. Elder, Pastor
Psalm 29
Luke 3:15-17, 21-22

The voice of the Lord is powerful;
The voice of the Lord is full of majesty. NRSV

This psalm is about divine speech, the vocalizations of God. Oh, it may be about a lot of other things, but we won’t be too far off if we claim to know at least that it is about God speaking, since no less than seven of the eleven verses in this psalm begin with the phrase, “The voice of the Lord is...” And when we begin to consider all the things the psalm claims the voice of the Lord accomplishes, it is pretty astonishing. Yet after all the images of power through the voice — which breaks the cedars, and flashes out of thunderstorms like tongues of fire, rattles all the windows like the winds of the most recent windstorm we can recall, and rips oak trees into shreds — after all this, the psalm ends with a prayer that, in the mind of the psalmist anyway, seemed to be an appropriately related thought. Following images of violence and power, the psalm utters a brief prayer which says, “May the Lord bless his people with peace.”

They are amazing to me, these two things together: the God of thunder and lightning who resembles some Teutonic “Thor,” being petitioned for shalom, for peace. This psalm is in some ways a prayer of confession, that a God who is Lord over any chaos surely has the power to bless the people with peace.

The voice of the Lord is this, the voice of the Lord does that... When is the last time you heard the voice of God? Have you ever heard it? How did it sound? Did it come to you as it does in this psalm with splintering trees and raging thunder? Or was your experience more like the still small voice Elijah heard during his pilgrimage? We have hospitals for people who claim to hear the voice of God, and yet the Bible — the Old Testament particularly — is filled with references to this voice, especially when the people fail to heed it. In the Old Testament alone, there are over 200 verses containing the word “voice,” a great number referring to the voice of God, the voice of the Lord, and all the things that voice accomplishes. There are 100 New Testament verses with the word “voice,” many referring to the voice of God as another way of speaking of the Word of God.

I recently read a story about a medical doctor who had long battled against the idea that there is a personal God who intervenes in human life. He sought his own spiritual refuge instead in music; the music of Bach particularly appealed to him because of the mathematical precision of Bach’s fugues. Meanwhile, though professionally successful, his personal life was falling apart. His first wife left him; he started drinking too much. One day as he was driving, he pounded the steering wheel with his open palms and cried out, “God, if you’re really there, you’re going to have to say something! And you know what kind of man I am! No screwing around, now-no (blasted) ‘signs.’ You’re going to have to talk my language!” Just then on the radio came Bach’s classic “Jesus, Joy of Man’s Desiring.” The man sobbed, and laughed at what an idiotic but wonderfully appropriate word this was to him. And just as his mind began to try to explain away the moment, with a thought that Bach was often played on that radio station (which was actually not a classical music station), the next song to come on was “The Girl from Ipanema.”
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Whatever it is that is — or is not — happening today, whatever we may or may not be hearing, clearly there have been those who were convinced that God has something to say to us that we would do well to hear. Maybe one of the reasons our world is often in such sorry shape is that we have ceased to listen for the voice of God, ceased to believe that God has anything worthwhile to add to the conversation. We have weather satellites that circle the globe and have learned that heat in one area of the world can contribute to high winds in another, that high barometric pressure tends to move out large air masses of low pressure, and the process creates storms. No matter what the Farmers’ Almanac tells us, no one can accurately predict the weather beyond about four or five days, and real accuracy comes only one or two days ahead, if then. Still, very few weather forecasters on the 11:00 o’clock news will stand before their audiences and declare, with the psalmist, that our weather is attributable to the voice of God, even if they believe it, which some probably do.

The commentaries on this thunderstorm psalm use phrases like “the overwhelming majesty of God” to describe the feelings it is meant to elicit from its hearers. It sounds like something that should be mentioned in the temple in Jerusalem as well as from the pulpit of First Presbyterian Church, but when was the last time you honestly felt overwhelmed by the majesty of God? “Now let’s see, was it last Tuesday or the day before...?” Honestly, now, on the subject of God as author of storms and wind, haven’t most of us become practicing weather agnostics most of the time, depending on our weather prognosticators to deal with causes and effects of weather? Haven’t we come to seek a God who will be our friend to the extent that fearful experiences of the majesty of God have pretty much departed from our religious vocabulary?

When God’s people were in exile in Babylon in the sixth century before Christ, they ran into a poem very much like this psalm, praising a god named Ba’al-Hadad, which one commentary called the local “weather god.”
2 But in a style typical of Hebrew poetry, in the face of claims made by other local folks for their neighborhood deities like this weather god, the poet claims over and over again that the real author of creation, and the One who continues to oversee operations, is not some little regional sub-god, but the Lord God of Israel. Over and over again through the imagery of the thunderstorm the claim is made for the God of Israel rather than some half-pint god:
  • The voice of the Lord is over the waters, and not just rain waters, but also the chaotic waters into which the Creator stepped on that first day of creation;
  • Only the voice of the Lord is powerful enough to have made a world in which thunder sometimes crashes, rainstorms sometimes heave water onto the earth;
  • The voice of the Lord not only can break oaks and Lebanon cedars like toothpicks, but the voice from this One could hurl Lebanon itself across the Mediterranean like a skipping stone on a lake.
I recall after Hurricane Katrina struck the Gulf Coast back in 2005, folks in the media often invoked the term biblical to describe the vast destruction brought on by Hurricane Katrina’s storm surge, which had apparently gone beyond our imagination and our normal categories of explanation for such disasters.3 The term wasn’t used to describe the storm with any precision—it seems to mean to most of us that this storm was simply vast or awe-inspiring. The Bible, and Psalm 29 in particular, is not satisfied with any explanations that suggest God is not in control of natural events in the world, rather the Bible is more inclined to claim that God’s power is beyond our normal calculus, so explanation is a futile enterprise.

This is more than a poem about a God who is in charge of weather, this is about a God who is in charge of everything, and so the competition for our attention and devotion is shown to be no competition at all! The psalmist says, “Don’t be fooled: the weather forecasters, the orbiting satellites may well describe what is going on, but only the Lord creates.”

So, if the God we worship is the author of all this, what is an appropriate prayer, what shall we ask of God? For the psalmist, it boils down to a simple prayer, really: “May the Lord give strength to God’s people! May the Lord bless God’s people with peace!”

A psalm that began with declarations of glory ends with a prayer for peace. It’s not unlike another message from the heavenly council that came to shepherds on a hillside one winter. Their message began in glory and ended in an answer to humanity’s endless prayer for peace with the gift of the child, the Prince of Peace. That the author of raging thunderstorms could also be the author of the babe of Bethlehem somehow makes a wonderful sort of sense to me.

Today on the liturgical calendar calls for remembrance of Jesus’ baptism. I have heard that consideration of the waters of baptism have been an important subject in the worship life of this congregation, and while I have never been what we might call “highly liturgical” in the orientation of my ministry, I do believe that the entire meaning of baptism to each of us probably takes a lifetime to comprehend. Thinking on the psalm and gospel read today, and thinking on the long path of faith which takes a lifetime to finish, I think it is helpful to return to thoughts of baptism, even to come and touch the baptismal waters here in the font, to remember the voice of the Lord which is over the waters and especially the stormy waters of our lives, to remember, and be glad.

This is the God who can answer your prayer for the strength you need, for the peace you seek in your own life. He has answered it already. The answer has a name. It is Jesus.

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1 “Signs and Sounds,” by Lawrence Wood, Christian Century, December 26, 2006, p. 19.
2 The Psalms, by Artur Weiser, 1962: Westminster Press, p. 261.
3 I am grateful for “A Disaster of ‘Biblical’ Proportions,” by Walter Brueggemann, Christian Century, October 4, 2005, p, 23 for ideas in this paragraph.


Copyright © 2010 Robert J. Elder, all rights reserved


Sunday, January 3, 2010

Pulling It All Together


Pulling It All Together

Copyright © 2010 Robert J. Elder, Pastor

Second Sunday of Christmas: January 3, 2010


Ephesians 1:3-14

It was on the day before Christmas day this year that I first spotted an announcement in the newspaper about places to deposit those freshly undesirable Christmas trees, trees which almost everyone felt an absolute necessity to acquire just three weeks before. On December 26th. That holiday toward which we look from the end of October through December 24th seems to evaporate almost in an instant from our cultural radar. A year or so ago between Christmas and New Years, I recall seeing Valentines displays going up in one store where all the Christmas merchandise had been only hours before. It is a source of continuing amazement to me that we can treat the symbols of such a special day almost with revulsion the day after. We may take up the same haste in breaking off the Christmas moment and message from the rest of the course of our lives as we did to prepare for it.

Yet while the rest of world already may have put away the ornaments and the Christmas music, the church continues its celebration of Christmas until January 6, Epiphany. That day is, in effect, a final acknowledgment of Christmas. If you like the song and are keeping track, today, January 3rd, is the tenth day of Christmas; true loves should be giving or receiving the requisite ten lords a-leaping today.

I think that funny old song – and the centuries-long Christmas traditions of the church – recognize that the human heart needs more than a single brief day of exhausted observance to begin to comprehend the miracle of the incarnation, the birth of God’s Messiah among us in human flesh. Our scripture passage for this, the Second Sunday after Christmas, overflows with praise as we begin to recognize the place of the incarnation in the sweep of salvation history. Ephesians gives us a glimpse of our own place in God’s plan of salvation. From the time Israel was freed from its slavery in Egypt, to the return of the exiles from Babylon, to the faith of the believers in Ephesus, clear up to our day, Ephesians declares broadly and clearly that

“With all wisdom and insight [God] has made known to us the mystery of his will, according to his good pleasure that he set forth in Christ, as a plan for the fullness of time, to gather up all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth.” (vss. 8-10)

The baby born in Bethlehem, it turns out, is the one in whom the whole world will hold together. The mystery is God’s plan “to gather up all things” in Christ. The Greek word that Paul used for “gather up” means to “sum up,” and is used for adding a column of figures. In the ancient world, the sum was written at the top of the column rather than at the bottom; the term usually means literally to “bring to a head.” Buried in this very long verb (ἀνακεφαλαιώσασθαι) is the Greek word head, which in Ephesians is applied to Christ. He is “the head” in whom all things are “brought to a head.” And that unity is cosmic, including “things in heaven and things on earth.”

Our common experience presents a different picture, of a fractured world, a world in which all loose ends seldom seem to get tied together in any meaningful way. And when we do get a few loose ends connected, they can unravel again in no time. What does violence in far away lands mean to us? Hundreds are blown to pieces by random suicide bombers in far-off lands, and for what? How about violence a bit nearer to home? A few years ago some boys beat a man nearly to death on his own Christmas tree lot before Christmas because he had scolded them the day before. And it isn’t only violence that unravels our world. Promises easily made are all too easily broken by employers, merchants, and in relationships. Churches of all denominations have seemingly endless discussions over who may and who may not be ordained to church offices, focusing arguments especially on sexual behavior, and it seems we will never come to an agreement that is satisfactory to all. Words leading toward splitting up denominations are sometimes whispered, sometimes shouted around. Splitting up, fracturing apart, estrangement from each other even in our churches – the body of Christ, if this is not a world in need of a savior “to gather up all things in him,” then I don’t know what more it would take. Nothing seems to want to hold together. And yet, we have this promise from Ephesians, God has a plan, his plan may still be a mystery to us, but that God had a plan is not in doubt as far as Paul is concerned.

“[God] has made known to us the mystery of his will...that he set forth in Christ...a plan for the fullness of time, to gather up all things in him...” Paul goes on, “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing.”

These verses run counter to at least two common and strongly held values in our culture:[1]

[1] They insist over and over that humanity is utterly dependent on God. God creates, God destines, God wills, God reveals, God accomplishes – all taken together means that humanity, on our own, accomplishes nothing of any real or lasting significance. This assault on our cherished ideals of effectiveness, independence and autonomy poses a challenge to the way we are accustomed to viewing ourselves and our place in the world. But it means that our sinful fracturing, splintering, and separating also will ultimately lead to naught. There is a backward sort of good news in that.

[2] There is also an insistence on the obligation to praise God. If God has done all this for us, our pragmatic nature responds, “What are we to do?” Standing in God’s debt, we feel obliged to do something to pay back. But our passage stipulates no repayment, the debt can never be repaid. Instead, we are encouraged only to give God thanks and praise. The words of the passage should move us to recall the words of the Westminster Larger Catechism, that the chief end of human life is to “glorify God and enjoy him forever.”

When the world seems to be on the verge of splitting apart, what better response to the unifying, “gathering up” work of Christ than unbridled praise? When we read the first words from our passage in Ephesians, we can almost hear the words of the doxology to the tune of the “Old Hundredth” ringing in our ears:

Praise God from whom all blessings flow

Praise him all creatures here below

Praise him above, ye heavenly host

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Each line, line after line, rings with praise. We all thrive on praise. When we want to encourage someone, what is the best method? Praise! “You are doing so well! Keep up the good work! Thank you for all you do for us!” You know the kind of thing. Why, then, would it be difficult to imagine the appropriateness of such words for God? Why praise God?

In an old story, a young student once asked an aging pastor for advice on how to live a pure and holy life. The pastor told him that each day he must ride his bicycle 25 miles, fast every Saturday, abstain from any enjoyments every Sunday, bathe himself entirely in olive oil once each month, and read the Bible through at least once each year.

After following this routine for two years, the student happened to meet the pastor again. Perturbed, he began to accuse the pastor of having misled him. “I have a bone to pick with you. I have done what you said: ridden my bike, fasted, abstained from enjoyments, bathed, and read the Bible through twice. In reading the Bible, however, I discovered all the other stuff wasn’t necessary. It is God’s grace that makes me holy, not all my efforts to lead a pure life.”

“I know,” said the pastor, “but if I had told you it was that easy, would you have believed me?”

The same may be true for us. We know our world is broken, splintered, and we ask the same questions generation after generation. How can our world survive? What will become of us? Yet the answers to our dilemma are disarmingly simple. They are part of God’s plan and purpose which, while it may remain something of a mystery to us, is wrapped up in the word made flesh, in the Christ who comes to us to pull it all together. While we turn away from our faith, the answers to our difficulties elude us. But Ephesians recognizes that in turning to Christ, we turn to the One in whom all things hold together.

No wonder Paul can barely contain his urge to break forth into praise for the love of God who so cares for creation and his beloved people.

Think through the words of the Old Hundredth again.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow: If it is a blessing, it has its source in God, the one from whom all blessings flow, including the blessing of a Savior.

Praise him all creatures here below: Everyone. Every created thing is called upon to render praise to the one who gather up all things in heaven and on earth.

Praise him above, ye heavenly host: As I said, in heaven and earth. The compulsion to praise is not limited to the creation, but extends to the entire universe. There is no Hubble telescope, no Lunar lander, no Mars mission that will discover a realm beyond the cosmos that bursts forth in praise to the God who holds things together.

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost: The very unity of the Trinity serves as the model for the gathering together work of God in Christ. Unity is the way we come to know him.

There are worse things to remember as the essence of Christmas than that it was the time when God made known his plan for the fullness of time, to gather up all things in Christ.


[1] Thanks for this insight to Texts for Preaching: Year C, Walter Brueggemann et. al., Westminster Press, pp. 80-81.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Christmas Eve Proclamation

Christmas Eve Proclamation
December 24, 2009
Copyright © 2009 Robert J. Elder

For years I stood before congregations on Christmas Eve, and spoke of subjects like giving and receiving — the sorts of topics that often characterize the words preachers want to say at services like this — until one time twenty years ago, when I found myself in the position of needy receiver during a month-long period. I remember clearly the day I awoke with feet so sore I could barely stand on them. I thought I must have pulled a tendon or something, so I hobbled around for a few days. Ultimately, things did not get better with my regimen of benign neglect, they got progressively worse. My ankles began to swell, all my joints ached. At first my doctor was as puzzled as I was until he referred me to a specialist who began looking into my problem and eventually solved it. In the meantime, I degenerated rather quickly from a racquetball-playing, slightly overweight, but otherwise healthy specimen, to a pathetic, hobbling creature on crutches whose doctor told him to keep his feet elevated at least 20 hours a day.

How do you keep your feet in the air 20 hours a day when you have work to do, hospital calls to make, meetings to attend, a session and committees to lead? It was difficult to ask for help, even humiliating for me, I confess. But when I got tired of limping my way around, I relented and began to ask. And lo and behold, from family, the church staff, and the wonderful members of that church, much like this wonderful church I discovered that people were eager to help, wanted to help, but before they could offer this gift to me, I had to be ready to ask for it and especially to receive it.

I think the occasion we celebrate tonight is something like that on a much grander scale. The child born in a stable in Bethlehem is the greatest gift God has ever sent the world. Isaiah refers to us as “the people who walked in darkness,” because that’s what we are without the light of Christ. But to leave the darkness, there is the necessity to recognize that there is more to this Christmas business than a sort of national gift day. Isaiah went on to say, “On them has light shined.” And we can make one of two responses to this gift of light. We can hold up our hands, like some night creature suddenly brought into daylight, we can shield ourselves from this gift of God, we can perpetually limit Jesus in our imaginations to a helpless baby in a feedbox in a pretty crêche scene, we can refuse to let him grow into a savior. In our pride we can assure ourselves that we are good enough, that there is nothing in our lives that particularly needs saving. We would not be alone. Some people have been making this decision concerning Jesus for two thousand years.

But if there lives in us even a distant awareness that not everything in our lives is just the way it ought to be, if there exists even in the remotest stretches of our self-awareness the recognition that we need help, that not all is well with our souls, that we stand in need, that we are powerless in the face of some things to be the good people we try to be, then we become people who are ready to receive the child in the way God has intended. We become the people who finally admit to ourselves our desire to know him not only as a baby in a manger...or as I heard one person say last week, a flashlight in a blanket in a children’s play...but as a man who lived, who gathered disciples, who taught, who died, and who was raised again from death, all in order to help us. All we have to do is receive that help. It is there already. When we open ourselves to it, the people who walked in darkness, upon us a light will shine. The saving light of Christ. No other gift so characterizes Christmas. I pray for this gift for you this joyous season. Merry Christmas!


Sunday, December 20, 2009

Before We Go

Before We Go

Third of Three Sermons
on the “Christmas Carols” of the Early Church

© copyright 2009 Robert J. Elder
Sunday, December 20, 2009

Luke 2:25-35

Master, now you are dismissing your servant in peace,
according to your word.

Two weeks ago we started a series of three Advent sermons by remembering the first song in a trilogy of songs from the gospel of Luke. The first of those was probably the best-known, the much loved song of Mary, the Magnificat.

The second song, which we shared last week, was the less well-known Song of Zechariah, the Benedictus, or “blessing.”

The third song we share today is the song of Simeon, which also carries a traditional Latin title from the first words of the passage in the Latin translation, Nunc Dimittis. As the infant Jesus was presented at the Temple, old Simeon, who had been waiting his whole life to see the Messiah, realized the promise of God had been kept and he burst into song.

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Several years ago, the New York Times reported that a local music teacher came to the Brooklyn Public Library and borrowed a copy of the full orchestral score of Handel’s Messiah. For some reason, the distracted librarian failed to make a record of the loan. Several other requests came for the score, and the library staff spent a good deal of time looking for it. When the day came that the music teacher returned to the library with the score, he placed it on the circulation desk, and was “astonished to hear the librarian spontaneously, joyously, and loudly shouting, ‘The Messiah is here! The Messiah is back!’... Alas, as the Times reported, ‘A few minutes later everyone went back to work.’”[1]

Garrison Keillor once wrote in one of his classic Lake Wobegon, Minnesota stories about his imaginary childhood in that imaginary town.[2] I recall that story when I think of the story of Simeon, like those librarians waiting for the Messiah to come. Keillor wrote that the principal in his elementary school had come up with the idea of “storm homes” for all the children: pre-arranged homes in the town where children from the country could go in the event of a Minnesota blizzard:

[My storm home] was the Kloeckls’, an old couple who lived in a little green cottage by the lake ... it looked like the home of the kindly old couple that the children lost in the forest suddenly come upon in a clearing and know they are lucky to be in a story with a happy ending. That was how I felt about the Kloeckls, after I got their name on a slip of paper and walked by their house and inspected it ... I imagined the Kloeckls had personally chosen me as their storm child because they liked me. “Him!” they had told Mr. Detman. “In the event of a blizzard, we want that boy! The skinny one with the thick glasses!”

No blizzard came during school hours that year, all the snowstorms were convenient evening or weekend ones, and I never got to stay with the Kloeckls, but they were often in my thoughts and they grew large in my imagination. My Storm Home. Blizzards aren’t the only storms and not the worst by any means. I could imagine worse things. If the worst should come, I could go to the Kloeckls and knock on their door. “Hello,” I’d say. “I’m your storm child.”

“Oh, I know,” she’d say. “I was wondering when you’d come. Oh, it’s good to see you. How would you like a hot chocolate and an oatmeal cookie?”

We’d sit at the table. “Looks like this storm is going to last awhile.”

“Yes.”

“Terrible storm. They say it’s going to get worse before it stops. I just pray for anyone who’s out in this.”

“Yes.”

“But we’re so glad to have you. I can’t tell you. Carl! Come down and see who’s here!”

“Is it the storm child?”

“Yes! Himself, in the flesh!”

Simeon is perhaps the least well-known of the three singers of songs surrounding Jesus’ birth. You may recall that Zechariah, on hearing the instructions of the angel in the temple, did not believe. Luke tells us that Simeon, whose name means “hears and obeys,” had a more appropriate reaction to a promise. He received a promise of God through the Holy Spirit that he would not die before he had seen the Lord’s Messiah, the anointed one of God who would come to save his people. So Simeon was a waiter. Not like the person who serves tables at the restaurant, but one whose calling was to wait and watch until God made his move. It’s never easy to be one who waits. And the most difficult waiting of all may well be the waiting we do when we wait upon God.

So this is a bittersweet story in two ways. First, Simeon received the joyful news for which he had waited his whole life, but that meant that he would now, of course, be prepared to die, which we may assume probably took place not too much later. And second, the child Jesus, now but a few days old, was celebrated in song, and returned to his mother with the words, “and a sword will pierce your own soul too.”

One commentator on this passage said, Simeon “speaks poetically of the terrible price both [Mary] and her son must pay,” reminding us that we would never have had Christmas had it not been for Good Friday and Easter. “In that reversal of nature, which carries with it a pain unlike any other, the parent will bury the child.”[3] Christmas celebrates the birth only because it led to a death by which all the world was able to aspire once again to life.

In the Song of Simeon, the shortest of the three songs in the birth stories from Luke, Simeon begins in celebration that he can now go to his reward “in peace.” Peace is a word Luke uses at least 12 times in his gospel. It is a Greek translation of the Hebrew word “Shalom,” which means peace, but which means much more than that. It means wholeness, completeness.

Simeon was not just singing that he was free now to go to his death with an absence of conflict, not that kind of peace. No, he meant that something that had lacked completion was now finished, that his life had a beginning, middle, and now a satisfactory end, he was whole, and knew that his eyes had seen the next step in God’s plan for the saving of the world.

And Simeon sang at the beginning of the gospel about a salvation which was both a glory to God’s chosen people, the people Israel, but also — and this is the part that seems able to read the future — a salvation that would be a light to the nations. Simeon knew the prophecy of Isaiah, and he wasn’t shy about referring to it here in his song, long before Jesus had begun to teach, long before the parables, the walk on water, the healing ministry, the teaching in the temple, the last supper of Maundy Thursday, the cross of Good Friday, the resurrection of Easter Sunday. It was long before the first tentative steps the apostles would one day take into the gentile world to proclaim Christ crucified and risen again. Long before any of this, an old man – singing a song at the end of his long waiting life as he held the Christ child in his trembling arms – could see it all, the salvation of the whole world lay in potential in the shape of this child.

No wonder he could depart in shalom, in peace. The whole of the gospel rested there in plausible form in that very moment of recognition and celebration.

While we are in darkness, there are no distinctions, no good no bad, no beautiful or ugly, just darkness. But once light comes, distinctions emerge. “Anyone who turns on the light creates shadows.”[4] We would like to think in this season of what is pleasant, the warm glow of the stable, the mothering of Mary, the protective staff of Joseph, the kindly admiration of passing shepherds that we don’t much need preachers or prophets coming along to remind us of crucifixion. Yet here it is, in only the second chapter of Luke, as Simeon speaks to Mary: “A sword will pierce your own soul too.” Even in the season for the celebration of Jesus’ birth, Simeon’s song is there to keep us mindful of his death. No wonder we rarely hear this song, it spoils all the fun.

But the fact is, to celebrate his birth, as Simeon knew and announced, is to be drawn into his mission, and his mission always involves conflict with those who would resist it. It is the price of the redemption, the salvation for which Simeon and all Israel had been praying for the previous 5 or 6 hundred years.

Simeon reminds us of something we forget only at our peril, that there are some causes, some things worth dying for. I am sure that on September 11, 2001, there were police officers and fire fighters who entered the World Trade Towers, knowing they would almost certainly not come out alive. They went in anyway. Whether they made the decision to go in an instant, or over a lifetime of commitment to the safety of others, they had made it and judged it worth dying for.

It has been said that those who find nothing in the world worth the price of their dying will be condemned one day to die for nothing, for we all die. What better time to be made aware of this truth then at the observation of a birth. We see nothing but potential stretched out in front of a new baby, but in the end, that child, like all children, will commit himself or herself to something, and their life will be spent, whether for good or ill, it will be spent.

We join Simeon in his prayer as we contemplate the birth of Jesus. “Let your servant depart in peace,” we say: shalom, in wholeness, complete, having given the gift of this life we have received for something worth our having been given it. Lord make me whole, we say, because we know we are not. Give me shalom, peace, wholeness, a sense of being at one with your purpose.

Think of this song of Simeon and his words to Mary.

“Lord, now you are dismissing your servant in peace...and a sword will pierce your own soul too.” Someone once said, “Here is a sure way to spoil a perfectly good Christmas party. Call your friends to a moment of reflection and ask them whether there is anything they would be willing to die for. In the stunned silence of the moment the partygoers may move closer to the true meaning of Christmas than they will in the joyous singing of carols and the exchanging of gifts.”[5]

There is so much in the Christmas story that speaks especially to a willingness to go where God is leading even when there is no clear human capacity for understanding that things will come out all right if we do. The angel speaks to Mary, and she says, “Let it be to me according to your word...” The angel speaks also to Zechariah, and when he can finally see that the promise of God means blessing for him and for his people, he bursts out in songs of praise to God. The Holy Spirit moves in the life of Simeon to bear witness to the most important event of his long life, and he is able to sing about the wholeness, the shalom of the people that will result from the birth of this child. There is an old poem by George MacLeod, called “Not Just for a Time,” captures this so well:

Jesus saves in the measure that we let him rule
always and not just for a time.
In the measure that we are enslaved to him
always and not just for a time.
You just try it in these coming days – I am not pleading
because you have already, in fact, made up your mind to do so –
just try being a wise man (or woman) this Christmas.
Bring the gold to him. Offer him the material world
in which you move, and run it on human lines.
Bring the incense to him. Offer him your spiritual life,
your instincts and desires, lay them at his feet.
It is easy at Christmas
when the spirit of Give is everywhere about.
And, if you want his way to rule,
and his love to save,
not just for a time,
then offer him myrrh, the symbol of burying.
Kill your old self. Keep the world turned upside down
just for his sake, and you will find that Jesus comes to save -
not just for a time.[6]

There is so much more possibility in our world than we can ever see or guess, there is so much that God can accomplish. Come, thou long-expected Jesus. We are doing the best we can.

And we are waiting…



[1] Tom Long, “They Also Serve Who Wait,” in Shepherds and Bathrobes, CSS Press, p. 47.

[2] Garrison Keillor, Lake Wobegon Days, Viking Press, 1985, pp. 248-249.

[3] Fred Craddock, Luke, John Knox Press, 1990, p. 39.

[4] Ibid., p. 39.

[5] “God as Santa, Santa as God,” by Miroslav Volf, Christian Century, December 19-26, 2002.

[6] “Not Just for a Time,” Advent Talk, December, 1958, Daily Readings with George MacLeod, Ron Ferguson, ed., HarperCollins, 1991.