John 2:1-12
October 23, 2011
On the third day there was a wedding in Cana of Galilee, and the mother of Jesus was there. Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding. When the wine gave out, the mother of Jesus said to him, “They have no wine.” And Jesus said to her, “Woman, what concern is that to you and to me? My hour has not yet come.” His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.” Now standing there were six stone water jars for the Jewish rites of purification, each holding twenty or thirty gallons. Jesus said to them, “Fill the jars with water.” And they filled them up to the brim. He said to them, “Now draw some out, and take it to the chief steward.” So they took it. When the steward tasted the water that had become wine, and did not know where it came from (though the servants who had drawn the water knew), the steward called the bridegroom and said to him, “Everyone serves the good wine first, and then the inferior wine after the guests have become drunk. But you have kept the good wine until now.” Jesus did this, the first of his signs, in Cana of Galilee, and revealed his glory; and his disciples believed in him.
I’ve always considered this miracle to be one of the strangest miracles ever. Put aside your normal way of looking at it. Most of us have grown accepting Bible miracles like this at face value. We don’t think deeply about it. And maybe we make jokes about it at parties, saying things like, “Gee, we’re out of wine? Can’t we find someone religious who can turn a jug of water into wine?” At least that’s a joke they say to us pastors.
I want you to look at it from a more objective perspective. If you do that, there’s really only one conclusion: it doesn’t really make much sense. Why would Jesus waste his time changing water into wine? Is the point that he’s really good at helping people get drunk at the end of a party? That he’s a great party guy as well as a savior?
This miracle is so different from his other miracles. All of his other miracles much make life substantially better for people. He helps the blind to see, the deaf to hear, the mute to speak, the lepers to be clean, the possessed to be free, and the lame to walk. He feeds the hungry. These are miracles with substance that relieve suffering. Compared to these kinds of miracles, his changing the water into wine almost seems trivial.
There’s more here than meets the eye. To understand the miracle you have to get out of an objective view, and to look at it from a different perspective. Jesus’ changing water into wine is a transforming miracle, and it reveals something about life in Christ. When you look at it from this perspective you realize that this miracle fits in with all of his others miracles. You see, every one of his miracles is a transforming miracle. The point isn’t just to make lives better. The point of all of his miracles is that Jesus is leading people to become transformed in some substantial way, and even this miracle transforms people.
A transforming miracle takes a person from one way of living life, and opens up a whole new, better way of living. The Christian life is full of these kinds of miracles. Talk with Cheryl Shotts and her son, Mohammed ag Albakaye. They’ll tell you.
Cheryl’s life was transformed in 1985 while doing the dishes. At the time she was in her early forties, married, and her three children were on their own or in college. Cleaning up after dinner, she turned on the television to watch 60 Minutes. Diane Sawyer was doing a piece on a famine ravaging Africa. She interviewed an emaciated young boy of 12. The boy had a clubfoot, a scoliosis, the aftereffects of polio, and tuberculosis of the spine. He was 5’4” tall, but weighed only 65 pounds. He spoke with Diane Sawyer in broken English for all of 18 seconds as Cheryl watched with her mouth open. Cheryl thought to herself, “My Lord, that’s my son! I have to find my child and bring him home.”
She couldn’t get the thought out of her mind. This young boy of a different ethnicity, thousands of miles away, was her son. Cheryl knew that this was what she had been praying for. For years she had prayed to God, asking, “God, is this all there is for me? Is this what you want me to do with my life?” She always had a feeling that there was something more. When she would pray, though, she often would sense an answer: “You’ll know what to do, but now’s not the right time.”
Seeing Mohammed on 60 Minutes, she knew that now was the right time. She convinced her husband that this was her mission in life, so they set out to find her son. They traveled to Africa and contacted missionaries in Mali, where Mohammed was. It took some time, and some help from CBS and Diane Sawyer, but they finally tracked him down. They took out a loan for the $12,000 it would cost to adopt him.
When the missionaries told Mohammed that a family in America wanted to adopt him, he didn’t really understand, but he was excited. Coming to his new home in Indianapolis, he saw the big banner hung outside the house saying, “WELCOME TO AMERICA. YOU’LL NEVER BE HUNGRY AGAIN.” The next morning, after his welcoming party, Mohammed asked Cheryl, “Where’s the rug-cleaning machine?” Cheryl said, “I don’t understand. You want to clean my house?” He replied, “Didn’t you bring me here to be your houseboy?” She said, “No, to be my son.” He looked at her for a while, and then said, “I don’t know what it means to be a son. You have to teach me. But I promise to learn.” You see, Mohammed’s father had been killed when he was seven, and he had been separated from his mother when he was eight. They had been refugees in Nigeria, and when a famine hit that nation, soldiers had grabbed him and took him back to Mali (his light skin, as part of the Taureg ethnic group, made it easy to recognize him as non-Nigerian) where he survived through begging.
Over the course of the next three years, Mohammed had five major surgeries to rebuild his back and foot. The orthopedic surgeon removed ten spinal discs in two surgeries, seven days apart. He replaced Mohammed's discs with one rib, part of one hipbone and metal rods. After three weeks in intensive care Mohammed left the hospital in a full body brace that he wore the next 18 months.
Mohammed complained once, immediately after the first back surgery, saying in the recovery room, "This is a hell of a pain Mom." He never said another word about pain. He was simply grateful to have his body repaired. Once, while recuperating and sitting outside in a lawn chair, Mohammed asked for a glass of water. He held it up to the sky and said, "This is the life Mom, the sun is shining, my belly is full and I have clean water to drink."
Not knowing how to read or write, he had to start first grade as a 13-year-old. It didn’t matter to him that he was learning with children half his age. He was grateful. In 1998, Mohammed graduated from the School of Foreign Service at Georgetown University. Since then he has lived in Florida and the DC area.
He now works with the Americans for African Adoptions to help with development and translations for the
agency his American mother founded. His long term goal is to work for peace in the Middle East and Africa, and to eventually become Secretary of State.
This is the kind of miracle that our miracle from our passage stands for. Jesus is about transforming lives, which you saw in both Cheryl’s and Mohammed’s life. You may not recognize this kind of transformation in the changing of water into wine, but that’s because you’re not Jewish, you’ve never lived in Cana, you didn’t live in the first century, and you never went to one of these kinds of weddings.
Let me take you back to the first century. The ancient Jewish weddings were not like our modern weddings. In our modern weddings, we have the wedding ceremony, and then we have a reception that lasts for several hours. Afterwards everyone goes home and the couple begins their honeymoon. The weddings and receptions last about five hours total. Ancient weddings lasted a week.
This particular wedding would have begun early in the pre-dawn hours of Wednesday morning. The bridesmaids would have sat in waiting, lamps lit in the darkness, waiting for the parade of men carrying the groom to meet her and her bridesmaids. Slowly, the groom’s party would have wound their way through the streets of the village as anticipation of the wedding built among the townspeople joining the parade. Eventually they would come to the bride’s home and the great wedding feast began. Wine was an important part of the feast. It was considered essential. Running out of wine would have been a huge humiliation,… but more on that later.
In an ancient Jewish wedding everyone in the village was invited, as were visitors. Weddings were THE big event of the year. This wedding, in a town of about 200, would have a big event, and running out of wine was embarrassing.
The folks at the wedding weren’t drinking to get drunk. Wine had special significance in Jewish and ancient cultures. Among the Jews, it was considered to be an essential part of life and a gift from God. There is an ancient rabbinical saying, “Without wine there is no joy.” The people of Jesus’ time drank wine with everything. In fact, they probably drank wine all day long. Their wine was a bit different from ours. The ancient wine was a concentrated wine that was mixed with water. At feasts they would mix two parts wine with three parts water. But for everyday use they mixed one part wine with about five parts water. There was a practical reason for this. The water quality in the ancient world was not good, and mixing wine with the water killed parasites and germs in the water (although they didn’t know the science of it—they just knew that it made the water healthier).
Despite the fact that wine was ubiquitous, the Jews had a strict understanding about drinking wine. Unlike many people of our age, the ancient Jews believed that drunkenness was a sin. It was considered shameful for someone to be publicly drunk. A person who had gotten drunk would have been severely criticized, and a person who was regularly drunk would have been ostracized. These are lessons of moderation that many could learn today. They considered wine to be a gift from God that facilitated relationships and laughter, but to be drunk was to abuse that gift. As I mentioned, wine was considered to be essential, and the humiliation of running out of wine at a wedding feast would have stigmatized the couple for the rest of their lives. By changing the water into wine, Jesus was basically saving the family from humiliation.
Still, Jesus had another reason for performing this miracle, and it was essential to the message John, the writer of our gospel, wanted to get across. Changing the water into wine was powerfully symbolic. This miracle was a statement about the Christian faith versus the Jewish faith.
Do you remember the stone purification jars and how many there were? There were six of them, each containing about 30 gallons. The jars were for a Jewish rite. Before each meal and between each course everyone was required to wash his or her hands in the water. By saying that there were six stone purification jars, John was telling his readers symbolically that the Jewish law was incomplete and that the Jewish religious practice had become corrupt. The law could not purify you because sin was always there. Only the grace of God in Christ could purify. The Greeks and the Jews reading this miracle would have picked up on how the wine represented grace. As mentioned before, wine was considered to be a gift from God, and it was something that brought a spirit of grace. By taking the water of those jars and turning them into wine, Jesus was transforming the incomplete law of the Jews into God’s grace. John was saying that through Christ, God had taken the incompleteness of the Jewish faith, a faith focused on trying to purify ourselves so that we can be acceptable to God, and transformed it into a faith focused on grace. A faith focused on letting God transform us. John was telling us, through this miracle, that Jesus brings grace that overcomes the law, and leads us to a religion of celebration and joy rather than one of obsession and self-righteousness.
The transformation of water into wine was a message about God’s grace. If you take all the water in those jars and do the math, you realize that Jesus created up to 180 gallons of wine. That’s an tremendous amount of wine. In most weddings, even the large, I’d be surprised if more than ten gallons of wine was consumed. 180 gallons is a lot of wine. The ancient people would have immediately understood that this was John’s way of saying, “Not only has Jesus transformed the old faith of the Jews with grace, but Jesus has done it so thoroughly that God’s blessings are now overflowing all over the place. We have grace in abundance!” The fact that it was the best wine meant that God’s grace is better than anything humans can manufacture.
I think the point of this miracle, but also of all transforming miracles, is that God isn’t content for our lives to remain the same, just as God wasn’t content to leave the Jewish faith the same. Most people are content for their lives to remain the same. In fact, most of us invest a lot of time and energy trying to keep our lives the same. But the nature of life is that change and transformation are inevitable. If you need proof, look at your body. Is it the same as it was twenty years ago, ten, five, three, one? Is your family the same, whether you and your kids, or you and your original family? Look at your life. How many jobs have you had? How many grades and schools have you gone to? Life is about constant change, but God’s miracles channel our lives into specific kinds of change.
What this miracle tells us is that God is always calling us to stretch, to grow, to become someone constantly new. Do you fight against transformation? Do you embrace it? If you think about the whole way this church is set up, it’s designed to move you through this transformation. My sermons are always meant to lead you through transformation. The music we play isn’t meant to just move you emotionally and spiritually, it’s meant to move you transformationally. The classes we teach are designed to help you change. Even our meetings have that focus. Every committee and task force in this church spends the first 20 to 30 minutes doing a study so that we can become open to God’s transforming power in our personal lives and the church’s.
I think that one of the points of our miracle for today is that God is both calling and leading us into constant change. The question is whether we embrace this transformation, or brace ourselves against it.
Amen.
What Do We Make of MIracles? I Believe. Help My Unbelief!
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What Dow We Say to Skeptics? Seeking "More Than"
Genesis 11:27-12:5
October 2, 2011
Now these are the descendants of Terah. Terah was the father of Abram, Nahor, and Haran; and Haran was the father of Lot. Haran died before his father Terah in the land of his birth, in Ur of the Chaldeans. Abram and Nahor took wives; the name of Abram’s wife was Sarai, and the name of Nahor’s wife was Milcah. She was the daughter of Haran the father of Milcah and Iscah. Now Sarai was barren; she had no child.
Terah took his son Abram and his grandson Lot son of Haran, and his daughter-in-law Sarai, his son Abram’s wife, and they went out together from Ur of the Chaldeans to go into the land of Canaan; but when they came to Haran, they settled there. The days of Terah were two hundred and five years; and Terah died in Haran.
Now the Lord said to Abram, ‘Go from your country and your kindred and your father’s house to the land that I will show you. I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you, and make your name great, so that you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and the one who curses you I will curse; and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.’
So Abram went, as the Lord had told him; and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he departed from Haran. Abram took his wife Sarai and his brother’s son Lot, and all the possessions that they had gathered, and the persons whom they had acquired in Haran; and they set forth to go to the land of Canaan.
Back in December of 1946, a businessman named Stuart Luhan checked into the Winecoff Hotel in Atlanta, Georgia. Luhan regularly made trips there, and his custom was to get a room on the 10th floor so that he could be away from the street noises. Settling in for the night he looked forward to a good night’s rest before doing business the next day. So off he went to sleep.
Sometime in the early morning hours he woke up and saw a red glow out the window. Something was wrong. He heard a commotion outside his door and opened it to find the hallway thick with black smoke. Shutting the door he began to panic. He opened the window to see if there was a way down, but looking down from ten stories only increased his panic. What should he do? He couldn’t go into the hallway, and he couldn’t jump. Not knowing what else to do he retreated to the center of his room and tried to practice something he had been doing every morning for years, which is to calm himself and pray.
Seeking God’s help he said, “God, I put myself into your care and keeping. Let your presence be my fortress. I await your instructions on how to get out of this crisis.” He felt calm, despite the fact that the other voices in the hotel were becoming more frantic. Soon, he sensed a voice, a presence, telling him to calmly get dressed. Then he was to make a rope out of the sheets, blanket, and bedspread. He was getting ready to tie it to the center post on the window and throw the rope down, but from the same presence he sensed, “No. Not yet. Trust me.” He waited. Panic clutched at him, trying to get him to give in, but he stayed calm. After what seemed like forever he sensed the voice saying, “Now! Put the rope out the window and climb out.” As he did, Luhan recited words from the psalms: “God is my life and my salvation. I shall not fear. God is my life and salvation. I shall not fear.”
Climbing down he only reached the eighth floor. There was nowhere to go. Then he saw a fireman extending his ladder to the eighth floor, but it was too far away. Climbing up the ladder, the fireman saw Luhan, signaled him, and swung a rope hanging from the window above. He swung it once, and Luhan missed. Again he swung it, but it was just out of his reach. Finally a third time he swung it, and Luhan caught it. Twisting it around his right hand, he let go of his homemade rope and swung to the fireman, who caught him. Looking back he noticed that his homemade rope had caught fire and was now falling toward the earth. Luhan realized that if he had gone out too soon, he would have hung there to the point at which he couldn’t hold on any longer. He would have died. If he had waited, his own rope would have burned, causing him to fall and die. The timing was absolutely perfect.
How do you explain something like this? For a skeptic the answer is that there was no involvement by God. What Luhan experienced was just some inner working of the brain guiding him out of a fire. So, do you think Luhan was just ignorant in thinking that God was helping him, or are skeptics arrogant in thinking no God exists to have helped him?
One of the foundational problems of all humans, not only skeptics, is to think that at our present time in history we know all there is to know. Humans have done this in every day and age. We suffer from an arrogance of sophistication. At any age we think we’re so sophisticated, and that people of the past were so ignorant. The Medieval church suffered from arrogance of sophistication when it came how they treated people like Copernicus and Galileo. Those two recognized that the earth and other planets revolved around the sun. But the Church believed that it’s theological views held all the answers. The early church was often arrogant in its ignorance
This same kind of arrogance was present in the development of Communism. Marx, Engels, Lenin, and all the rest were so sure that they understood human nature, and that both religion and Capitalism were remnants of flawed, past thinking. And in their ignorance they created a system that oppressed creativity, ingenuity, and life. Whether we’re talking about the Industrial Revolution, flat earthers, or African colonialism, the people of those ages were convinced that they knew what there was to know, and that made them right. We humans don't like not knowing, and so we're really good at assuming that our present explanations are THE explanations.
The fact is that there are things that happen in life that can't be explained fully either by people of science or by people of faith. We’ve had some great examples of this here at Calvin Church. Many of you picked up copies of our “Calvin Stories” that we made available last year during Lent. These are stories of God experiences that people of our church have had. Let me share one of those stories with you by Bill Frank. Those of you who know Bill know that he’s not one given to flights of fancy. He’s president of Busch International, and an engineer by training and temperament. He headed up our building expansion program, and his calmness, insightfulness, and level-headedness made it an incredible success.
When Bill’s two boys, Wendell and Garrett, were 8 and 9, he took them hiking with his friend (also named Bill) and Bill’s son Robby. They planned to go to McConnell’s Mill State Park, but then decided to go further upstream to Kennedy Mill. Kennedy Mill is a beautiful, secluded spot on private property bordering the Slippery Rock Creek a mile or so further upstream. There was a swimming hole that Bill hoped to take them all to, one he had gone to as a kid.
The walk was further than he had remembered and the boys were getting tired and bored. When they finally reached the swimming hole, it was less protected from the fast moving water than he had remembered. The water was deep and the rapids too close. He had to say no to swimming. The boys all whined, but Bill had to make the smart call that a responsible dad should make.
He knew that they were disappointed, so he kept an eye out for a fun, but safer, place where they could swim. He saw a neat looking spot where water shot over a flat rock and dropped into a little whirlpool. He told his boys to wait on the bank with Bill and Robby while he jumped in and checked it out. He stood on a submerged rock just off shore and told them to jump in. Both boys jumped in. Soon it became apparent that the water was faster than expected. Bill slipped on the moss-covered rock, and the three of them fell back into the water just outside of the rocks that protected the little whirlpool from the main current. Bill couldn’t touch bottom, and told the boys to swim for the rocks and shore. There was a strong eddy current, and no matter how hard they swam, they couldn’t make any forward progress. He tried to push one with each hand, but couldn’t swim hard enough without using his arms.
Bill’s friend Bill jumped in and swam to the boys. He was closest to Wendell and each man pushed a kid and swam hard, but they could make no progress against the strong current. They tried over and over. Bill’s heart was racing. Bill’s friend went under twice as Wendell grabbed him for help. Suddenly everyone was in a struggle for life or death. Bill’s friend went under twice more and had to push away from Wendell. He yelled, choking, that he was drowning and began to swim desperately for shore.
Bill knew that we were in serious trouble. He thought about his wife, Karen, and how terrible it would be to tell her the kids were dead, and it was his fault. He looked to the sky and said a prayer. He screamed for the boys to swim for shore. They heard the seriousness in his voice. Somehow they summoned more energy and swam hard, but again made no headway against the current. Then it happened.
He didn’t see God’s physical hand, but he clearly saw the impression that it made in the water and against the boys’ backs. Their shoulders bent forward with his push. The water broke in front of them in a gentle “V,” like you would see in front of a canoe under power. Their flailing strokes suddenly became effective and they both moved steadily together toward shore. He watched as their hands sunk into the soft mud. Then he swam.
As they crawled together up the mud bank, all were in a state of shock. They had been in the water maybe a few minutes, but everything had changed. Bill had seen God’s hand.
A skeptic might say that Bill just helped the kids to summon the strength to swim harder. Those of us with faith know that sometimes things happen beyond our understanding.
Marie Campbell, another member of our church, also had a hard-to-explain story. She was living outside of Boulder, Colorado at the time, and was part of a Bible study group called the Bible Study Fellowship. One particular evening in December they had studied the story of the stoning of Stephen Acts 7:54-56.
As she drove home with her 3-year-old son along Boulder Canyon to her home in Sugarloaf Mountain, she was pondering the teaching of Stephen experiencing the presence of God as “he gazed into heaven and saw the glory of God and Jesus standing at the right hand of God.” She wondered, “is there truly is a living presence of God, or is it all about rules and regulations and reading the Bible religiously?”
The road through Boulder Canyon was adjacent to Boulder Creek. It was about a 20-foot drop off the edge of the road, and in the 1970’s they did not have many sections of the road with guardrails. As she went around a curve, the sun dipped behind a mountain and the road turned into black ice. Her car was sliding toward the edge of Boulder Creek, and there was nothing she could do to change the course. She remembered the lesson of the day and decided to pray to God to “be with me” like God seemed to be with Stephen that day.
Suddenly everything went into slow motion. The car was flying off a cliff and into Boulder Creek, headed for the huge boulders below, but it was as if time slowed to a crawl. She heard in her mind a very clear and authoritative voice saying, “Let go of the steering wheel.” She inwardly chuckled at the picture of her holding tightly to a steering wheel with a car that was now in mid-air.
As she let go of the steering wheel, a huge presence and peace came upon her. It felt as if the car was now sitting on the palm of a hand that lowered it into Boulder Creek. The car came to a rest in the almost dry creek. They were alive and unharmed. Suddenly she remembered that there was a power station further up the creek, and at any moment they could release massive amounts of water into the creek.
She jumped out of the car and opened the back seat door to get her son out of his car seat. She yelled, “Get out, get out!” He later remembered it differently, as “Mean Mom made him leave my favorite stuffed animal in the car.”
The next problem was that she had on heeled boots and they were both standing 20 feet down from the road. Did anyone see her going over? How would she get up the steep bank with her son?
Looking up she saw three men peering over the edge. A Public Service truck had been behind her and had seen the whole thing. They had already gotten out ropes and where ready to help in anyway they could. The men kept saying, “I can’t believe it. That car looks like nothing happened to it after all that!” They pulled both up to safety and were able to radio for a tow truck.
Having been rescued, she began to worry about the next thing: how would she get home? At that moment her next-door neighbor, driving by, saw her and pulled over. He said, “I usually never travel down town this time of day, but today I just felt an urge to go to Boulder. And then I saw you standing there.”
The next time she went to the Bible study and told her story, a lady in the group smiled and said, “Marie, that is not the end of the story… My husband came home from work and told me how his three co-workers could not believe what had happened to them on the road up to Nederland. Her husband had heard the story through his wife and was able to tell them about Bible Study Fellowship and how they now believe in a living, active God. Those men signed up for the Bible Study Group because they wanted to learn more.”
Later, when Marie got the car from the shop, the mechanic asked who was driving it. “I was,” she said. He looked at her in a weird way and said “The front struts hit with such an impact that whoever was holding onto the steering wheel would have had two broken arms. Your arms look fine.”
What do you do with stories like these? I've grown up with feet in two realms: the realm of rationality through my background in psychology and social work, and the realm of religion and spirituality. I’ve learned to look at life both through human logic and with an appreciation for the “more than,” the beyond. I've learned over time that the biggest problem so many skeptics have—when faced with events that go beyond, with events that are "more than”—is that they don't know what to do with them because the "more than" is beyond their thinking. But we're fortunate that we have a faith that follows those who were open to the beyond, to the "more than."
We're fortunate that we follow folks like Abraham, who didn't question God's calling to go into the wilderness. He simply followed and discovered a God who goes beyond our normal, rational thinking.
So what do we say to skeptics in the face of their doubts about God interevening in life? We simply tell them that we are open to answers that go beyond our awareness, and because we don’t have to have nice, neat answers, we are free to see things that are more than humans can understand.
Amen
October 2, 2011
Now these are the descendants of Terah. Terah was the father of Abram, Nahor, and Haran; and Haran was the father of Lot. Haran died before his father Terah in the land of his birth, in Ur of the Chaldeans. Abram and Nahor took wives; the name of Abram’s wife was Sarai, and the name of Nahor’s wife was Milcah. She was the daughter of Haran the father of Milcah and Iscah. Now Sarai was barren; she had no child.
Terah took his son Abram and his grandson Lot son of Haran, and his daughter-in-law Sarai, his son Abram’s wife, and they went out together from Ur of the Chaldeans to go into the land of Canaan; but when they came to Haran, they settled there. The days of Terah were two hundred and five years; and Terah died in Haran.
Now the Lord said to Abram, ‘Go from your country and your kindred and your father’s house to the land that I will show you. I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you, and make your name great, so that you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and the one who curses you I will curse; and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.’
So Abram went, as the Lord had told him; and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he departed from Haran. Abram took his wife Sarai and his brother’s son Lot, and all the possessions that they had gathered, and the persons whom they had acquired in Haran; and they set forth to go to the land of Canaan.
Back in December of 1946, a businessman named Stuart Luhan checked into the Winecoff Hotel in Atlanta, Georgia. Luhan regularly made trips there, and his custom was to get a room on the 10th floor so that he could be away from the street noises. Settling in for the night he looked forward to a good night’s rest before doing business the next day. So off he went to sleep.
Sometime in the early morning hours he woke up and saw a red glow out the window. Something was wrong. He heard a commotion outside his door and opened it to find the hallway thick with black smoke. Shutting the door he began to panic. He opened the window to see if there was a way down, but looking down from ten stories only increased his panic. What should he do? He couldn’t go into the hallway, and he couldn’t jump. Not knowing what else to do he retreated to the center of his room and tried to practice something he had been doing every morning for years, which is to calm himself and pray.
Seeking God’s help he said, “God, I put myself into your care and keeping. Let your presence be my fortress. I await your instructions on how to get out of this crisis.” He felt calm, despite the fact that the other voices in the hotel were becoming more frantic. Soon, he sensed a voice, a presence, telling him to calmly get dressed. Then he was to make a rope out of the sheets, blanket, and bedspread. He was getting ready to tie it to the center post on the window and throw the rope down, but from the same presence he sensed, “No. Not yet. Trust me.” He waited. Panic clutched at him, trying to get him to give in, but he stayed calm. After what seemed like forever he sensed the voice saying, “Now! Put the rope out the window and climb out.” As he did, Luhan recited words from the psalms: “God is my life and my salvation. I shall not fear. God is my life and salvation. I shall not fear.”
Climbing down he only reached the eighth floor. There was nowhere to go. Then he saw a fireman extending his ladder to the eighth floor, but it was too far away. Climbing up the ladder, the fireman saw Luhan, signaled him, and swung a rope hanging from the window above. He swung it once, and Luhan missed. Again he swung it, but it was just out of his reach. Finally a third time he swung it, and Luhan caught it. Twisting it around his right hand, he let go of his homemade rope and swung to the fireman, who caught him. Looking back he noticed that his homemade rope had caught fire and was now falling toward the earth. Luhan realized that if he had gone out too soon, he would have hung there to the point at which he couldn’t hold on any longer. He would have died. If he had waited, his own rope would have burned, causing him to fall and die. The timing was absolutely perfect.
How do you explain something like this? For a skeptic the answer is that there was no involvement by God. What Luhan experienced was just some inner working of the brain guiding him out of a fire. So, do you think Luhan was just ignorant in thinking that God was helping him, or are skeptics arrogant in thinking no God exists to have helped him?
One of the foundational problems of all humans, not only skeptics, is to think that at our present time in history we know all there is to know. Humans have done this in every day and age. We suffer from an arrogance of sophistication. At any age we think we’re so sophisticated, and that people of the past were so ignorant. The Medieval church suffered from arrogance of sophistication when it came how they treated people like Copernicus and Galileo. Those two recognized that the earth and other planets revolved around the sun. But the Church believed that it’s theological views held all the answers. The early church was often arrogant in its ignorance
This same kind of arrogance was present in the development of Communism. Marx, Engels, Lenin, and all the rest were so sure that they understood human nature, and that both religion and Capitalism were remnants of flawed, past thinking. And in their ignorance they created a system that oppressed creativity, ingenuity, and life. Whether we’re talking about the Industrial Revolution, flat earthers, or African colonialism, the people of those ages were convinced that they knew what there was to know, and that made them right. We humans don't like not knowing, and so we're really good at assuming that our present explanations are THE explanations.
The fact is that there are things that happen in life that can't be explained fully either by people of science or by people of faith. We’ve had some great examples of this here at Calvin Church. Many of you picked up copies of our “Calvin Stories” that we made available last year during Lent. These are stories of God experiences that people of our church have had. Let me share one of those stories with you by Bill Frank. Those of you who know Bill know that he’s not one given to flights of fancy. He’s president of Busch International, and an engineer by training and temperament. He headed up our building expansion program, and his calmness, insightfulness, and level-headedness made it an incredible success.
When Bill’s two boys, Wendell and Garrett, were 8 and 9, he took them hiking with his friend (also named Bill) and Bill’s son Robby. They planned to go to McConnell’s Mill State Park, but then decided to go further upstream to Kennedy Mill. Kennedy Mill is a beautiful, secluded spot on private property bordering the Slippery Rock Creek a mile or so further upstream. There was a swimming hole that Bill hoped to take them all to, one he had gone to as a kid.
The walk was further than he had remembered and the boys were getting tired and bored. When they finally reached the swimming hole, it was less protected from the fast moving water than he had remembered. The water was deep and the rapids too close. He had to say no to swimming. The boys all whined, but Bill had to make the smart call that a responsible dad should make.
He knew that they were disappointed, so he kept an eye out for a fun, but safer, place where they could swim. He saw a neat looking spot where water shot over a flat rock and dropped into a little whirlpool. He told his boys to wait on the bank with Bill and Robby while he jumped in and checked it out. He stood on a submerged rock just off shore and told them to jump in. Both boys jumped in. Soon it became apparent that the water was faster than expected. Bill slipped on the moss-covered rock, and the three of them fell back into the water just outside of the rocks that protected the little whirlpool from the main current. Bill couldn’t touch bottom, and told the boys to swim for the rocks and shore. There was a strong eddy current, and no matter how hard they swam, they couldn’t make any forward progress. He tried to push one with each hand, but couldn’t swim hard enough without using his arms.
Bill’s friend Bill jumped in and swam to the boys. He was closest to Wendell and each man pushed a kid and swam hard, but they could make no progress against the strong current. They tried over and over. Bill’s heart was racing. Bill’s friend went under twice as Wendell grabbed him for help. Suddenly everyone was in a struggle for life or death. Bill’s friend went under twice more and had to push away from Wendell. He yelled, choking, that he was drowning and began to swim desperately for shore.
Bill knew that we were in serious trouble. He thought about his wife, Karen, and how terrible it would be to tell her the kids were dead, and it was his fault. He looked to the sky and said a prayer. He screamed for the boys to swim for shore. They heard the seriousness in his voice. Somehow they summoned more energy and swam hard, but again made no headway against the current. Then it happened.
He didn’t see God’s physical hand, but he clearly saw the impression that it made in the water and against the boys’ backs. Their shoulders bent forward with his push. The water broke in front of them in a gentle “V,” like you would see in front of a canoe under power. Their flailing strokes suddenly became effective and they both moved steadily together toward shore. He watched as their hands sunk into the soft mud. Then he swam.
As they crawled together up the mud bank, all were in a state of shock. They had been in the water maybe a few minutes, but everything had changed. Bill had seen God’s hand.
A skeptic might say that Bill just helped the kids to summon the strength to swim harder. Those of us with faith know that sometimes things happen beyond our understanding.
Marie Campbell, another member of our church, also had a hard-to-explain story. She was living outside of Boulder, Colorado at the time, and was part of a Bible study group called the Bible Study Fellowship. One particular evening in December they had studied the story of the stoning of Stephen Acts 7:54-56.
As she drove home with her 3-year-old son along Boulder Canyon to her home in Sugarloaf Mountain, she was pondering the teaching of Stephen experiencing the presence of God as “he gazed into heaven and saw the glory of God and Jesus standing at the right hand of God.” She wondered, “is there truly is a living presence of God, or is it all about rules and regulations and reading the Bible religiously?”
The road through Boulder Canyon was adjacent to Boulder Creek. It was about a 20-foot drop off the edge of the road, and in the 1970’s they did not have many sections of the road with guardrails. As she went around a curve, the sun dipped behind a mountain and the road turned into black ice. Her car was sliding toward the edge of Boulder Creek, and there was nothing she could do to change the course. She remembered the lesson of the day and decided to pray to God to “be with me” like God seemed to be with Stephen that day.
Suddenly everything went into slow motion. The car was flying off a cliff and into Boulder Creek, headed for the huge boulders below, but it was as if time slowed to a crawl. She heard in her mind a very clear and authoritative voice saying, “Let go of the steering wheel.” She inwardly chuckled at the picture of her holding tightly to a steering wheel with a car that was now in mid-air.
As she let go of the steering wheel, a huge presence and peace came upon her. It felt as if the car was now sitting on the palm of a hand that lowered it into Boulder Creek. The car came to a rest in the almost dry creek. They were alive and unharmed. Suddenly she remembered that there was a power station further up the creek, and at any moment they could release massive amounts of water into the creek.
She jumped out of the car and opened the back seat door to get her son out of his car seat. She yelled, “Get out, get out!” He later remembered it differently, as “Mean Mom made him leave my favorite stuffed animal in the car.”
The next problem was that she had on heeled boots and they were both standing 20 feet down from the road. Did anyone see her going over? How would she get up the steep bank with her son?
Looking up she saw three men peering over the edge. A Public Service truck had been behind her and had seen the whole thing. They had already gotten out ropes and where ready to help in anyway they could. The men kept saying, “I can’t believe it. That car looks like nothing happened to it after all that!” They pulled both up to safety and were able to radio for a tow truck.
Having been rescued, she began to worry about the next thing: how would she get home? At that moment her next-door neighbor, driving by, saw her and pulled over. He said, “I usually never travel down town this time of day, but today I just felt an urge to go to Boulder. And then I saw you standing there.”
The next time she went to the Bible study and told her story, a lady in the group smiled and said, “Marie, that is not the end of the story… My husband came home from work and told me how his three co-workers could not believe what had happened to them on the road up to Nederland. Her husband had heard the story through his wife and was able to tell them about Bible Study Fellowship and how they now believe in a living, active God. Those men signed up for the Bible Study Group because they wanted to learn more.”
Later, when Marie got the car from the shop, the mechanic asked who was driving it. “I was,” she said. He looked at her in a weird way and said “The front struts hit with such an impact that whoever was holding onto the steering wheel would have had two broken arms. Your arms look fine.”
What do you do with stories like these? I've grown up with feet in two realms: the realm of rationality through my background in psychology and social work, and the realm of religion and spirituality. I’ve learned to look at life both through human logic and with an appreciation for the “more than,” the beyond. I've learned over time that the biggest problem so many skeptics have—when faced with events that go beyond, with events that are "more than”—is that they don't know what to do with them because the "more than" is beyond their thinking. But we're fortunate that we have a faith that follows those who were open to the beyond, to the "more than."
We're fortunate that we follow folks like Abraham, who didn't question God's calling to go into the wilderness. He simply followed and discovered a God who goes beyond our normal, rational thinking.
So what do we say to skeptics in the face of their doubts about God interevening in life? We simply tell them that we are open to answers that go beyond our awareness, and because we don’t have to have nice, neat answers, we are free to see things that are more than humans can understand.
Amen
What Do We Say to Skeptics? Mythos and Logos
Genesis 3:1-7
September 25, 2011
Now the serpent was more crafty than any other wild animal that the Lord God had made. He said to the woman, “Did God say, ‘You shall not eat from any tree in the garden’?” The woman said to the serpent, “We may eat of the fruit of the trees in the garden; but God said, ‘You shall not eat of the fruit of the tree that is in the middle of the garden, nor shall you touch it, or you shall die.’“ But the serpent said to the woman, “You will not die; for God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.”
So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate; and she also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate. Then the eyes of both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together and made loincloths for themselves.
Last summer I had an interesting, online conversation with a guy about the place of religion in public discourse. We struck up the conversation after I had written an op-ed piece for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, titled “God or No God Is Not the Only Choice.” I had written the piece in response to a previous op-ed piece in which an atheist wrote that religious people, when discussing and debating policy in the public sphere, should leave their religious ideas out of the dialogue. He was basically saying that Christians should check their religion when it comes to private matters of faith. We should only engage in religion-neutral language in politics.
My article argued against that, asking how we can ask someone to put aside perspectives and rationales that were developed out of their religious convictions. Why should a seemingly scientific logic and rational be allowed, while asking religious people to put aside thoughts that come from other sources as well?
When you write op-ed pieces, you expect a lot of emails afterwards. My articles in the past have almost always appeared in the Sunday paper, so often when I get home from church there are lots of emails waiting for me. Typically about 60% are nice, thanking me for the articles. Another 30 are respectful, telling me where I went wrong. Then there are the 10% that are rude, telling me how stupid I am. Fortunately, the original email I mentioned from the man above was one of the 30%. He was an atheist, and he was adamant that because religious and theological thought is rooted in thinking that lacks logic and rationality, it should be left by the wayside. He wrote, “Faith and belief, by their very definitions, mean accepting things without sufficient evidence. And that's fine in the privacy of your own home. But should we decide court cases without sufficient evidence? Should we decide to go to war without sufficient evidence? Should we pass financial laws without sufficient evidence? Tell me what topical issue or policy debate cannot be resolved empirically and morally without needing to invoke metaphysical beliefs. It may sound cold, and it may not be aesthetically pleasing, but when it comes to public discourse and policy we should stick to ‘just the facts.’"
I’m certainly not going to disagree with him about deciding court cases based on the facts and rational thinking. We should. Still, our religious convictions can lead us to offer mercy at times. But that’s not what our discussion was really about. He assumed that being religious meant being irrational, illogical. What I ended up arguing with him about was how truly logical and rational any of us can be. The fact is that as logical and rational as we might like to be, we aren’t built for merely that kind of thinking. Humans were created with the ability to think logically and rationally, but we were also created to think in another way. The ancient Greeks, Jews, Romans, Persians, and others understood that we humans balance two ways of thinking. All of them certainly embraced logic, but they also embraced “myth,” and they knew that myth opened us to a whole different way of thinking.
Quite simply, ancient people balanced both logos (or rational logic) and mythos (mythological thinking). The problem we have in the modern world is that we are so logos-oriented, we’re so oriented to logical, rational, empirical, and scientific thinking that we don’t see the need for mythological thinking. As a result, we dismiss mythological thinking. For example, whenever you hear that something is a “myth,” what does that mean to you? It means that something isn’t true, right?
We think that because we are stuck in a logos-only thinking culture that prizes logic and rationality. We only see value in logic. But ancient people knew that wisdom isn’t truly gained through rational thinking. Wisdom is gained from myth that moves us into a deeper kind of wisdom.
So what’s the difference between logos and mythos? Logos, as I’ve already said, is logical, rational thinking. It is the thinking that undergirds so many of the wonderful technological miracles that we’ve had in the past 500 years. Logos underlies things that we take for granted today: rockets, electric power, digital music, movies, television, cameras, telephones, cellphones, computers, houses, buildings, cars, and everything else surrounding us on a day-to-day basis. Without logos, we cannot have all the conveniences we love. Logos is good, and logical thinking is good, especially in the religious and theological spheres. Logos helps us to think things through, and to test ideas. The Bible embraces logos in John’s gospel, where he calls Jesus the Logos.
The problem with logos is that it advances knowledge, but not necessarily wisdom. Logos doesn’t tell us how we should use all of those technological advances. It doesn’t tell us how to balance life, it doesn’t tell us how to love, it doesn’t tell us how to care. People come up with logical reasons for these, but they are justifications, not wisdom.
Mythos is a more ancient, symbolic, metaphorical way of coming to understand life. Mythos underlies stories, legends, art, music, poetry, and everything else that tries to communicate something deeper. It taps us into a way of understanding that we can’t access through logos. It tells us how to live, it tells us about God, and it tells us about life. The stories of Genesis aren’t really trying to teach us history. History is a discipline developed out of logos. In fact (and this may be hard to grasp), history as a discipline really didn’t exist till the Age of Enlightenment, beginning in the 17th century. People didn’t study history, or even really write history, till the economy was such that people could carve out a living studying history. To do so requires time to read, time to investigate, and time to study. Prior to the Age of Enlightenment few had time for any of those things. Coming out of the Dark Ages, and the Medieval period, it was hard enough for people to survive. Ancient people didn’t think historically. They though mythologically.
The writers of Genesis were more interested in mythos than in history. They were trying to teach us about God and us. They were telling us, in the story, that God wants to walk among us and live in a state of blissful innocence, but we don’t want that. We want more than were ready for. So when God says, “Don’t eat of that fruit,” or when God says don’t in general, we become consumed with it. It also tells us of our tendency to blame others for what we do. When Adam gets caught, he blames Eve. And when she gets caught, she blames the serpent. The poor serpent had no one left to blame. The story also tells us that we constantly reject bliss and peace, instead pursuing ways of life that lead to struggle and pain. But the rest of the Bible teaches us how to live in the midst of that struggling and pain.
In the end, logos gives us knowledge, but mythos gives us wisdom. Wisdom without knowledge makes us misguided, while knowledge without wisdom makes us fools
So what does this teach us about how to deal with skeptics? Skeptics want us to cut off one whole way of thinking when we talk with them. They want us to stick just to logos, which is what they value, while dismissing mythos, which is part of what we value. Ironically, many of them do value mythos in the form of movies and video games. Many love movies like Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, and The Matrix, which are all films that appeal to mythos. But what they don’t like is ancient mythos.
So what do you say to skeptics? Well,… you can talk extensively about mythos and logos, but they’re going to probably dismiss you. What I would simply say is that our faith is rooted in something beyond just human logic and knowledge. We’re rooted also in ancient wisdom.
Amen.
September 25, 2011
Now the serpent was more crafty than any other wild animal that the Lord God had made. He said to the woman, “Did God say, ‘You shall not eat from any tree in the garden’?” The woman said to the serpent, “We may eat of the fruit of the trees in the garden; but God said, ‘You shall not eat of the fruit of the tree that is in the middle of the garden, nor shall you touch it, or you shall die.’“ But the serpent said to the woman, “You will not die; for God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.”
So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate; and she also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate. Then the eyes of both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together and made loincloths for themselves.
Last summer I had an interesting, online conversation with a guy about the place of religion in public discourse. We struck up the conversation after I had written an op-ed piece for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, titled “God or No God Is Not the Only Choice.” I had written the piece in response to a previous op-ed piece in which an atheist wrote that religious people, when discussing and debating policy in the public sphere, should leave their religious ideas out of the dialogue. He was basically saying that Christians should check their religion when it comes to private matters of faith. We should only engage in religion-neutral language in politics.
My article argued against that, asking how we can ask someone to put aside perspectives and rationales that were developed out of their religious convictions. Why should a seemingly scientific logic and rational be allowed, while asking religious people to put aside thoughts that come from other sources as well?
When you write op-ed pieces, you expect a lot of emails afterwards. My articles in the past have almost always appeared in the Sunday paper, so often when I get home from church there are lots of emails waiting for me. Typically about 60% are nice, thanking me for the articles. Another 30 are respectful, telling me where I went wrong. Then there are the 10% that are rude, telling me how stupid I am. Fortunately, the original email I mentioned from the man above was one of the 30%. He was an atheist, and he was adamant that because religious and theological thought is rooted in thinking that lacks logic and rationality, it should be left by the wayside. He wrote, “Faith and belief, by their very definitions, mean accepting things without sufficient evidence. And that's fine in the privacy of your own home. But should we decide court cases without sufficient evidence? Should we decide to go to war without sufficient evidence? Should we pass financial laws without sufficient evidence? Tell me what topical issue or policy debate cannot be resolved empirically and morally without needing to invoke metaphysical beliefs. It may sound cold, and it may not be aesthetically pleasing, but when it comes to public discourse and policy we should stick to ‘just the facts.’"
I’m certainly not going to disagree with him about deciding court cases based on the facts and rational thinking. We should. Still, our religious convictions can lead us to offer mercy at times. But that’s not what our discussion was really about. He assumed that being religious meant being irrational, illogical. What I ended up arguing with him about was how truly logical and rational any of us can be. The fact is that as logical and rational as we might like to be, we aren’t built for merely that kind of thinking. Humans were created with the ability to think logically and rationally, but we were also created to think in another way. The ancient Greeks, Jews, Romans, Persians, and others understood that we humans balance two ways of thinking. All of them certainly embraced logic, but they also embraced “myth,” and they knew that myth opened us to a whole different way of thinking.
Quite simply, ancient people balanced both logos (or rational logic) and mythos (mythological thinking). The problem we have in the modern world is that we are so logos-oriented, we’re so oriented to logical, rational, empirical, and scientific thinking that we don’t see the need for mythological thinking. As a result, we dismiss mythological thinking. For example, whenever you hear that something is a “myth,” what does that mean to you? It means that something isn’t true, right?
We think that because we are stuck in a logos-only thinking culture that prizes logic and rationality. We only see value in logic. But ancient people knew that wisdom isn’t truly gained through rational thinking. Wisdom is gained from myth that moves us into a deeper kind of wisdom.
So what’s the difference between logos and mythos? Logos, as I’ve already said, is logical, rational thinking. It is the thinking that undergirds so many of the wonderful technological miracles that we’ve had in the past 500 years. Logos underlies things that we take for granted today: rockets, electric power, digital music, movies, television, cameras, telephones, cellphones, computers, houses, buildings, cars, and everything else surrounding us on a day-to-day basis. Without logos, we cannot have all the conveniences we love. Logos is good, and logical thinking is good, especially in the religious and theological spheres. Logos helps us to think things through, and to test ideas. The Bible embraces logos in John’s gospel, where he calls Jesus the Logos.
The problem with logos is that it advances knowledge, but not necessarily wisdom. Logos doesn’t tell us how we should use all of those technological advances. It doesn’t tell us how to balance life, it doesn’t tell us how to love, it doesn’t tell us how to care. People come up with logical reasons for these, but they are justifications, not wisdom.
Mythos is a more ancient, symbolic, metaphorical way of coming to understand life. Mythos underlies stories, legends, art, music, poetry, and everything else that tries to communicate something deeper. It taps us into a way of understanding that we can’t access through logos. It tells us how to live, it tells us about God, and it tells us about life. The stories of Genesis aren’t really trying to teach us history. History is a discipline developed out of logos. In fact (and this may be hard to grasp), history as a discipline really didn’t exist till the Age of Enlightenment, beginning in the 17th century. People didn’t study history, or even really write history, till the economy was such that people could carve out a living studying history. To do so requires time to read, time to investigate, and time to study. Prior to the Age of Enlightenment few had time for any of those things. Coming out of the Dark Ages, and the Medieval period, it was hard enough for people to survive. Ancient people didn’t think historically. They though mythologically.
The writers of Genesis were more interested in mythos than in history. They were trying to teach us about God and us. They were telling us, in the story, that God wants to walk among us and live in a state of blissful innocence, but we don’t want that. We want more than were ready for. So when God says, “Don’t eat of that fruit,” or when God says don’t in general, we become consumed with it. It also tells us of our tendency to blame others for what we do. When Adam gets caught, he blames Eve. And when she gets caught, she blames the serpent. The poor serpent had no one left to blame. The story also tells us that we constantly reject bliss and peace, instead pursuing ways of life that lead to struggle and pain. But the rest of the Bible teaches us how to live in the midst of that struggling and pain.
In the end, logos gives us knowledge, but mythos gives us wisdom. Wisdom without knowledge makes us misguided, while knowledge without wisdom makes us fools
So what does this teach us about how to deal with skeptics? Skeptics want us to cut off one whole way of thinking when we talk with them. They want us to stick just to logos, which is what they value, while dismissing mythos, which is part of what we value. Ironically, many of them do value mythos in the form of movies and video games. Many love movies like Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, and The Matrix, which are all films that appeal to mythos. But what they don’t like is ancient mythos.
So what do you say to skeptics? Well,… you can talk extensively about mythos and logos, but they’re going to probably dismiss you. What I would simply say is that our faith is rooted in something beyond just human logic and knowledge. We’re rooted also in ancient wisdom.
Amen.
What Do We Say to Skeptics? Experiences Matter
Exodus 3:1-14
September 18, 2011
Moses was keeping the flock of his father-in-law Jethro, the priest of Midian; he led his flock beyond the wilderness, and came to Horeb, the mountain of God. There the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a flame of fire out of a bush; he looked, and the bush was blazing, yet it was not consumed. Then Moses said, “I must turn aside and look at this great sight, and see why the bush is not burned up.” When the Lord saw that he had turned aside to see, God called to him out of the bush, “Moses, Moses!” And he said, “Here I am.” Then he said, “Come no closer! Remove the sandals from your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.” He said further, “I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.” And Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look at God.
Then the Lord said, “I have observed the misery of my people who are in Egypt; I have heard their cry on account of their taskmasters. Indeed, I know their sufferings, and I have come down to deliver them from the Egyptians, and to bring them up out of that land to a good and broad land, a land flowing with milk and honey, to the country of the Canaanites, the Hittites, the Amorites, the Perizzites, the Hivites, and the Jebusites. The cry of the Israelites has now come to me; I have also seen how the Egyptians oppress them. So come, I will send you to Pharaoh to bring my people, the Israelites, out of Egypt.”
But Moses said to God, “Who am I that I should go to Pharaoh, and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?” He said, “I will be with you; and this shall be the sign for you that it is I who sent you: when you have brought the people out of Egypt, you shall worship God on this mountain.” But Moses said to God, “If I come to the Israelites and say to them, ‘The God of your ancestors has sent me to you,’ and they ask me, ‘What is his name?’ what shall I say to them?” God said to Moses, “I AM WHO I AM.” He said further, “Thus you shall say to the Israelites, ‘I AM has sent me to you.’“
Twenty years ago I had a surprising phone call from John, a guy I went to high school with. He and I knew each other somewhat well since we had played some sports together. He was a couple of years behind me, so we didn’t hang out a whole lot together, other than after lacrosse games. He told me that he wanted to set an appointment come over to my condo and talk about something.
Having been a pastor for a few years, I wasn’t sure what his agenda was. Did he want talk with me about a problem? Did he want to ask me about something perplexing religious issue? Or was it something else?
On the appointed day, we sat down, exchanged a bit of chit/chat, and then he got down to business. John wanted to talk with me about water. Specifically, he wanted to talk about me buying a water filter from him. It was a bit surprising. That’s not what I expected. But being a person who likes clean water, I bought one from him.
After I wrote the check, we started talking about other things. Specifically, he asked me a bunch of questions about why I became a pastor, and what attracted me to ministry. At one point he said something interesting. He asked me, “Do you really believe in love—that love is real and that people really love each other?” I replied, “Sure, I wouldn’t be very good at what I do if I didn’t believe in it.” He said, “I don’t believe love is real. I think people do good deeds and act in ways we call ‘love’ because of what they hope to get in return. We call it love, but it’s really self-interest. People do nice things for each other because of what they hope for in return.”
I told him that I had met a lot of people in church who did things without concern for their own benefit. He replied, “Yeah, but they really do those good deeds because they believe God will let them into heaven for doing them. They’re doing it for what they hope to get in return.” I said to him that Presbyterians don’t believe that good deeds get us into heaven; that we believe God lets us in based on God’s love.” He pushed that idea aside, saying, “You say that, but all Christians do good deeds to get into heaven.” I tried to convince him otherwise, but no matter what I said, he dismissed me. At the end he said, “Sorry about all that. Do you still want the water filter?” I said, “Sure, John, but only because I love you.”
I thought about John’s visit for a long time afterwards. I realized, knowing a bit about his background, that he hadn’t had a lot of real loving experiences growing up. So it made sense that he didn’t believe in love. His father had been an alcoholic, and his mother remained a bit distant as she tried to maintain normalcy in the face of dysfunction. John hadn’t experienced much love. He believed what he believed because he hadn’t had a self-sacrificing, altruistic love experience. Simply put, he couldn't believe in what he hadn’t experienced.
So what do you think? If you don’t experience love personally, does it really exist? What about joy, contentment, depression, hope, and more? If you don’t experience any of those states of being, do they really exist? For example, many people look at those with depression and think, “Why doesn’t he just snap out of it?” That’s certainly an attitude saying that depression really doesn’t exist—that it’s just a sadness that we can choose to quit feeling if we want to.
The question of whether experiences really exist if we don’t experience them is like the old philosophical question, “If a tree falls in the woods, and there’s no one there, does it make a sound?” If we don’t experience something personally, does it really exist? We would probably say that it does, even if we don’t experience them. But when the topic gets to God, so many people say that God doesn’t exist because they don’t experience God.
It's this whole issue of experience that really gets to the heart of our struggle in dealing with skeptics. They don't believe what they don't experience. And they don't experience God because they don't believe anyone can really experience God. They argue with us over beliefs, but when it really comes down to it, faith is about our experiences of God, not our beliefs. And that’s what gets in the way of talking with skeptics about our faith.
The fact is that we don’t form our faith because someone told us, in a logical, rational way, that we must believe in something. We develop faith because we’ve experienced God in some way. I don’t even mean that we’ve had some great, “throw-away-the-crutches-I’m-healed” experience. I’m talking about just small experiences of God. Have you ever been touched or inspired by a piece of music or a hymn? Have you felt God’s stillness and peace during communion? Have you sensed God whispering something to you during a sermon? Have you sensed God while walking in the woods, reading a book, watching television, talking with a friend, or somewhere else? These are the kinds of experiences most of us have. They are experiences of God.
What's so frustrating about skeptical agnostics (people who aren’t sure about God) and atheists (people who adamantly don’t believe in God) is that they generally diminish our experiences by dismissing our beliefs. When we talk with them about God and religion, they set a subtle trap. They lure us into defending our beliefs about God, Christ, the Bible, church, and the rest by getting us to talk about these things on a rational, logical level. They want to debate us on our logic. The problem is that experiences of faith aren’t logical. When we experience God, either dramatically or subtly, it’s rarely a rational experience. It’s a deep, inspiring experience, but it doesn’t follow logical rules, much like love doesn’t follow logical rules.
Also, our beliefs don’t follow human logic, they follow God’s logic, which is often paradoxical. I wrote a book on this, Paradoxes for Living. In it I talked about how much of what Jesus taught us goes against human logic: to be strong we have to be weak; to be mature we have to become like children; to gain our lives we have to lose our lives; to become masters we have to become servants. We also believe that God is one and God is three, and that God was born of a virgin, died, and was resurrected by God. These things don’t make rational sense. But they can be experienced as true.
Basically, by their reactions to our experiences of God, faith, church, and prayer, skeptics suggest that our experiences either don’t matter, are mildly delusional, or are not rooted in the real world. They never deny their own experiences, but they do deny ours by suggesting that we are either naïve or intellectually misguided.
There are reasons why skeptics are skeptical. Some are skeptical because they had bad experiences in church. They may have grown up in a judgmental church, an uncaring church, or even an abusive church. They’ve become skeptical because of growing up in a context that makes faith hard.
Some are skeptical because they've been criticized by Christians, and they see us as being judgmental. Our judgmentalism can be our worst trait, and it turns off so many people. Dave Kinnaman and Gabe Lyons, Christians social researchers, have studied the perceptions of 18-35 year-old non-Christians, and wrote about them in their book, UnChristian. They say that 87% of non-Christians in that age range say we Christians are judgmental. And there’s good reason for them to think this. Many Christians are judgmental not only towards non-Christians, but especially towards our own. So many Christians look down their judgmental noses at Christians who don’t believe what they believe. Many of us Christians have earned the judgmental label.
So what do we say to a skeptic, whether a stranger, a friend, or a family member, especially when they diminish our experiences? Let me offer three thoughts.
First, don’t say anything—let you be the experience that opens them up to the possibility of experiencing God. Sometimes talking about faith and Christianity can be our worst enemy because we say things that unwittingly push people away. St. Francis once said, “Preach the Gospel always, and when necessary use words.” What he meant by this is that we should let our lives be an expression of the Gospel. How we live, how we treat others, our compassion and caring, should be an example of what it means to be a Christian. This puts pressure on us to live out Christ’s teachings throughout our lives so that people will experience God’s presence through us. That opens the door to sharing our faith.
Second, when openings present themselves, share our experiences of God, even if we don’t understand them. We don’t have to have dramatic experiences of God to share stories of our faith. All we need to do is to chip away at them. I’ve had so many people chip away at me by sharing their faith, and it’s their stories and faith that led me to return to the church at age 24 after leaving it at age 15. It was my first girlfriend in high school. It was a woman in college my freshman year talking about her faith and experiences of God. It was my father talking about his faith and experiences of God. None of them talked to me much about their theological beliefs. They talked simply about how they’ve experienced God in their lives and how church was a part of their experiences. This opened me back up to the possibility that God could be found in church.
Finally, live a life that allows us to experience God. We can’t actually share experiences that we don’t have. To have these experiences, we have to live lives that cultivate them. Going to worship regularly is one practice. Others are praying regularly, reading scripture, looking for God everywhere, taking time for stillness and balance in our lives, and just doing anything that opens us to God. We can also offer this same challenge to skeptics. Something that I’ve often said to skeptics is that if they are going to discover if God is real or not they need to run an experiment. Pray to God three times a day, everyday, for forty days. Ask God to reveal God’s self. See if that helps them to discover for themselves whether or not God is real (while preaching this sermon, Connie Frierson, our associate pastor, blurted out, “Graham, that’s what you did with me 12 years ago. I was a skeptic, and now I’m a pastor).
We cannot force a skeptic to believe, but if we are willing to let our lives be an example of the Gospel, if we are willing to share our experiences of God, and if we are able to live lives that build up those experiences, we can be well on our way to helping skeptics discover what we’ve discovered.
Amen.
September 18, 2011
Moses was keeping the flock of his father-in-law Jethro, the priest of Midian; he led his flock beyond the wilderness, and came to Horeb, the mountain of God. There the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a flame of fire out of a bush; he looked, and the bush was blazing, yet it was not consumed. Then Moses said, “I must turn aside and look at this great sight, and see why the bush is not burned up.” When the Lord saw that he had turned aside to see, God called to him out of the bush, “Moses, Moses!” And he said, “Here I am.” Then he said, “Come no closer! Remove the sandals from your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.” He said further, “I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.” And Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look at God.
Then the Lord said, “I have observed the misery of my people who are in Egypt; I have heard their cry on account of their taskmasters. Indeed, I know their sufferings, and I have come down to deliver them from the Egyptians, and to bring them up out of that land to a good and broad land, a land flowing with milk and honey, to the country of the Canaanites, the Hittites, the Amorites, the Perizzites, the Hivites, and the Jebusites. The cry of the Israelites has now come to me; I have also seen how the Egyptians oppress them. So come, I will send you to Pharaoh to bring my people, the Israelites, out of Egypt.”
But Moses said to God, “Who am I that I should go to Pharaoh, and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?” He said, “I will be with you; and this shall be the sign for you that it is I who sent you: when you have brought the people out of Egypt, you shall worship God on this mountain.” But Moses said to God, “If I come to the Israelites and say to them, ‘The God of your ancestors has sent me to you,’ and they ask me, ‘What is his name?’ what shall I say to them?” God said to Moses, “I AM WHO I AM.” He said further, “Thus you shall say to the Israelites, ‘I AM has sent me to you.’“
Twenty years ago I had a surprising phone call from John, a guy I went to high school with. He and I knew each other somewhat well since we had played some sports together. He was a couple of years behind me, so we didn’t hang out a whole lot together, other than after lacrosse games. He told me that he wanted to set an appointment come over to my condo and talk about something.
Having been a pastor for a few years, I wasn’t sure what his agenda was. Did he want talk with me about a problem? Did he want to ask me about something perplexing religious issue? Or was it something else?
On the appointed day, we sat down, exchanged a bit of chit/chat, and then he got down to business. John wanted to talk with me about water. Specifically, he wanted to talk about me buying a water filter from him. It was a bit surprising. That’s not what I expected. But being a person who likes clean water, I bought one from him.
After I wrote the check, we started talking about other things. Specifically, he asked me a bunch of questions about why I became a pastor, and what attracted me to ministry. At one point he said something interesting. He asked me, “Do you really believe in love—that love is real and that people really love each other?” I replied, “Sure, I wouldn’t be very good at what I do if I didn’t believe in it.” He said, “I don’t believe love is real. I think people do good deeds and act in ways we call ‘love’ because of what they hope to get in return. We call it love, but it’s really self-interest. People do nice things for each other because of what they hope for in return.”
I told him that I had met a lot of people in church who did things without concern for their own benefit. He replied, “Yeah, but they really do those good deeds because they believe God will let them into heaven for doing them. They’re doing it for what they hope to get in return.” I said to him that Presbyterians don’t believe that good deeds get us into heaven; that we believe God lets us in based on God’s love.” He pushed that idea aside, saying, “You say that, but all Christians do good deeds to get into heaven.” I tried to convince him otherwise, but no matter what I said, he dismissed me. At the end he said, “Sorry about all that. Do you still want the water filter?” I said, “Sure, John, but only because I love you.”
I thought about John’s visit for a long time afterwards. I realized, knowing a bit about his background, that he hadn’t had a lot of real loving experiences growing up. So it made sense that he didn’t believe in love. His father had been an alcoholic, and his mother remained a bit distant as she tried to maintain normalcy in the face of dysfunction. John hadn’t experienced much love. He believed what he believed because he hadn’t had a self-sacrificing, altruistic love experience. Simply put, he couldn't believe in what he hadn’t experienced.
So what do you think? If you don’t experience love personally, does it really exist? What about joy, contentment, depression, hope, and more? If you don’t experience any of those states of being, do they really exist? For example, many people look at those with depression and think, “Why doesn’t he just snap out of it?” That’s certainly an attitude saying that depression really doesn’t exist—that it’s just a sadness that we can choose to quit feeling if we want to.
The question of whether experiences really exist if we don’t experience them is like the old philosophical question, “If a tree falls in the woods, and there’s no one there, does it make a sound?” If we don’t experience something personally, does it really exist? We would probably say that it does, even if we don’t experience them. But when the topic gets to God, so many people say that God doesn’t exist because they don’t experience God.
It's this whole issue of experience that really gets to the heart of our struggle in dealing with skeptics. They don't believe what they don't experience. And they don't experience God because they don't believe anyone can really experience God. They argue with us over beliefs, but when it really comes down to it, faith is about our experiences of God, not our beliefs. And that’s what gets in the way of talking with skeptics about our faith.
The fact is that we don’t form our faith because someone told us, in a logical, rational way, that we must believe in something. We develop faith because we’ve experienced God in some way. I don’t even mean that we’ve had some great, “throw-away-the-crutches-I’m-healed” experience. I’m talking about just small experiences of God. Have you ever been touched or inspired by a piece of music or a hymn? Have you felt God’s stillness and peace during communion? Have you sensed God whispering something to you during a sermon? Have you sensed God while walking in the woods, reading a book, watching television, talking with a friend, or somewhere else? These are the kinds of experiences most of us have. They are experiences of God.
What's so frustrating about skeptical agnostics (people who aren’t sure about God) and atheists (people who adamantly don’t believe in God) is that they generally diminish our experiences by dismissing our beliefs. When we talk with them about God and religion, they set a subtle trap. They lure us into defending our beliefs about God, Christ, the Bible, church, and the rest by getting us to talk about these things on a rational, logical level. They want to debate us on our logic. The problem is that experiences of faith aren’t logical. When we experience God, either dramatically or subtly, it’s rarely a rational experience. It’s a deep, inspiring experience, but it doesn’t follow logical rules, much like love doesn’t follow logical rules.
Also, our beliefs don’t follow human logic, they follow God’s logic, which is often paradoxical. I wrote a book on this, Paradoxes for Living. In it I talked about how much of what Jesus taught us goes against human logic: to be strong we have to be weak; to be mature we have to become like children; to gain our lives we have to lose our lives; to become masters we have to become servants. We also believe that God is one and God is three, and that God was born of a virgin, died, and was resurrected by God. These things don’t make rational sense. But they can be experienced as true.
Basically, by their reactions to our experiences of God, faith, church, and prayer, skeptics suggest that our experiences either don’t matter, are mildly delusional, or are not rooted in the real world. They never deny their own experiences, but they do deny ours by suggesting that we are either naïve or intellectually misguided.
There are reasons why skeptics are skeptical. Some are skeptical because they had bad experiences in church. They may have grown up in a judgmental church, an uncaring church, or even an abusive church. They’ve become skeptical because of growing up in a context that makes faith hard.
Some are skeptical because they've been criticized by Christians, and they see us as being judgmental. Our judgmentalism can be our worst trait, and it turns off so many people. Dave Kinnaman and Gabe Lyons, Christians social researchers, have studied the perceptions of 18-35 year-old non-Christians, and wrote about them in their book, UnChristian. They say that 87% of non-Christians in that age range say we Christians are judgmental. And there’s good reason for them to think this. Many Christians are judgmental not only towards non-Christians, but especially towards our own. So many Christians look down their judgmental noses at Christians who don’t believe what they believe. Many of us Christians have earned the judgmental label.
So what do we say to a skeptic, whether a stranger, a friend, or a family member, especially when they diminish our experiences? Let me offer three thoughts.
First, don’t say anything—let you be the experience that opens them up to the possibility of experiencing God. Sometimes talking about faith and Christianity can be our worst enemy because we say things that unwittingly push people away. St. Francis once said, “Preach the Gospel always, and when necessary use words.” What he meant by this is that we should let our lives be an expression of the Gospel. How we live, how we treat others, our compassion and caring, should be an example of what it means to be a Christian. This puts pressure on us to live out Christ’s teachings throughout our lives so that people will experience God’s presence through us. That opens the door to sharing our faith.
Second, when openings present themselves, share our experiences of God, even if we don’t understand them. We don’t have to have dramatic experiences of God to share stories of our faith. All we need to do is to chip away at them. I’ve had so many people chip away at me by sharing their faith, and it’s their stories and faith that led me to return to the church at age 24 after leaving it at age 15. It was my first girlfriend in high school. It was a woman in college my freshman year talking about her faith and experiences of God. It was my father talking about his faith and experiences of God. None of them talked to me much about their theological beliefs. They talked simply about how they’ve experienced God in their lives and how church was a part of their experiences. This opened me back up to the possibility that God could be found in church.
Finally, live a life that allows us to experience God. We can’t actually share experiences that we don’t have. To have these experiences, we have to live lives that cultivate them. Going to worship regularly is one practice. Others are praying regularly, reading scripture, looking for God everywhere, taking time for stillness and balance in our lives, and just doing anything that opens us to God. We can also offer this same challenge to skeptics. Something that I’ve often said to skeptics is that if they are going to discover if God is real or not they need to run an experiment. Pray to God three times a day, everyday, for forty days. Ask God to reveal God’s self. See if that helps them to discover for themselves whether or not God is real (while preaching this sermon, Connie Frierson, our associate pastor, blurted out, “Graham, that’s what you did with me 12 years ago. I was a skeptic, and now I’m a pastor).
We cannot force a skeptic to believe, but if we are willing to let our lives be an example of the Gospel, if we are willing to share our experiences of God, and if we are able to live lives that build up those experiences, we can be well on our way to helping skeptics discover what we’ve discovered.
Amen.
Real-Life Proverbs: We Only See What We Believe
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Real Life Proverbs: Everyone Needs a Yardstick. Proverbs 3:1-6
Sunday, August 21
Proverbs 3:1-8
For several years I thought I was a really, really tall person. I had this picture of myself in my mind of a person just towering about four or five inches over most people. Then I was in college and I realized for the first time that I am of almost average height. I am 5’6” The average American woman’s height is 5’4.6”. I am just one and a half inches over average. This was a great shock to me. I realized that I really was way off on my body image. My internal perceptions of the world weren’t really accurate. I just had short friends in high school. Or perhaps I had taken that one year when I was the tallest girl in the class in 4th grade and I had held onto that perception way, way after it was no longer true. I remember being startled that my internal perception and the outside world were not identical. Have you ever had that experience when you suddenly realized the difference between what you assumed about the world and what was actually true? If you have ever had this experience I think this might be the seed of wisdom.
I remember Allen telling me that when you are flying a jet fighter at thousand miles an hour you don’t have any sense of how fast you are going, unless you have something to give you perspective. You could be flying around the earth in the space shuttle, but unless you looked at the earth, you wouldn’t have that feeling of hurtling through space. You can’t trust you own feeling. Sensation isn’t accurate. But as a pilot it is very, very important to know how fast you are going. It may have some life and death input if you are headed into the ground. If you want to land safely it helps to have the earth below to get a sense of urgency. It helps to have an airspeed indicator. It helps to have an altimeter. Sensation isn’t always accurate. It helps to have a few gauges. Gauges help you see where you are in relationship to the laws of thrust and gravity.
This had me thinking about our scripture; “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.” We are doing a series on real life proverbs. So I bet The Book of Proverbs has a lot to say to help us out. And right at the start of Proverbs we have the heart of wisdom. Trust in God and remember the law. Make that law, not just an external legalism, but take it into yourself in your heart. God is trying to give us some perspective in life. God is trying to give us some gauges, as we hurl through space. We are a people who need help with perspective. God has given us the law so we have some guide, some yardstick so we can look at ourselves more truthfully and more accurately. Our problem is that we forget the law or we look for new yardsticks.
Evidently we do forget the law. We forget the law in your heads and in our hearts. Everyone assumes we know the Ten Commandments right. Heck, we are church going people we know the law right? Maybe. Maybe not. Let’s take a little test. I have some paper and pencils out there in the pews. This half of the church I am going to give you a head start on our test. You folks write down the Ten Commandments. Don’t worry about getting them in order or the whole wording of each commandment. Just give me the core idea. One or two word should be enough for each. But now on this half of the church name the ingredients of McDonalds Big Mac. Let’s give these two groups a moment to jot down their answers. How do you think they will do? Do you have some predictions? Well I will tell you how a recent poll did. Many, many more people will list Big Mac ingredients over the Ten Commandments. Most people will get the big ones. Thou shall not kill or steal. But only about 15 or 20 percent get ‘Don’t worship idols or keep the Sabbath’. Eighty percent will get the Big Mac ingredients. Only fourteen percent will get all the Ten Commandments. If we need a post it note of the Ten Commandments on our head, there isn’t much of a chance of the law to be written on the tablet of our heart. This is a problem because God doesn’t want these just in our heads. The only place the law does any good is if it gets in our hearts and then we trust God to complete this law inside us. No wonder many people want the Ten Commandments posted in courthouse walls. No one can remember them.
But Jesus gave us a way to remember the ten big ideas. Jesus said all the law and the prophets comes down to two ideas, love God and love each other. You can take the ten and bring them down to two lists. The first four deal with you and God. Think of them as the vertical axis. This is what you need for harmony with God. No other Gods. No idols. Take God’s name seriously. Keep the Sabbath. The other six are the horizontal axis. This creates harmony with others. Honor your parents. Don’t murder. Don’t commit adultery. Don’t steal. Don’t lie. Don’t covet. This is our yardstick, our gauge that helps us grab hold of who we are and what will make a life of peace.
Is there anything in this list that really throws us for a loop? It seems like a pretty simple list. We may not be able to give it line by line but we know the gist of this list. It does not surprise us. We instinctively know this list. Our problem isn’t so much that we don’t know better; its’ that we don’t behave better. When we don’t do things well we tend to avoid that thing. If we stink at tennis we don’t pick up a raquet. If we don’t cook well we make reservations or do take out. It is in our nature to avoid that thing that we don’t succeed at. I wonder if we aren’t just creating other yardsticks or ourselves.
I worry we might be creating Snooki Standards. Does anyone here know who Snooki is? Snooki is a girl on a MTV reality TV show called 'Jersey Shore'. She is a collection of bad choices from fashions to life styles. I don’t think her standards are working out that well for her. I think I saw in the grocery check out line that she was being booked by the police. But in our culture, if we can’t match the Ten Commandments we have a shot at not being Snooki or not being on the show Cops, or real housewives of New York, Atlanta or LA.
The key to remembering the law and keeping it in our hearts is to find the heart in the law. Some people remember lists. But more people remember the heart of a story or a person. Jesus was teaching us how to find the heart in the law and to find that heart in him. In The Sermon on the Mount Jesus was finding the heart of the law. Jesus looked at the law "do not kill," and said ‘do not be angry.’ Jesus looked at the law, ‘love your neighbor, and hate your enemy’ and said "love you enemy.” Jesus was growing the law up from the childlike list of “thou shall not’s” and telling us to grow this law into a real heart inside of us.
We find the heart when we stop focusing on stone tablets and find the heart of the law. We find the heart of the law in the hearts of people who God touches. So let’s remember someone who lives a life of harmony not a life of disharmony a life with God’s heart. So what person has God planted in your life to give you a gauge and a yardstick? They are easy to recognize because commandments kept in the heart are so concrete and real. These are the people who do things from compassion. Who bake the cake, visit the sick and take the hard job. This is the person who will sit up with the distressed and the dying. If you are fortunate you have at least one person. If you are lucky you have many. A friend of mine has the blessing of having a woman help raise him named Ginny Zimmer. My friend was one of five kids. But he was unique in that Ginny would take him on weekends and suddenly he was one on one with someone who really cared for him. In my life I had Elnora Helper who always assumed the best of me. I think of Kathy Pinkston. Kathy has a mule farm in Tennessee. Kathy knows what it is like to lose heart. She lost her heart when her son Jesse died at 14 and her husband died one year later on Jesse’s birthday. Yet Kathy has found the heart of the law as she takes in foster kids and loves them back to health. Kathy is a woman who has taken this little yardstick and grown it up into The Sermon of the Mount. Did you have a Ginny Zimmer or an Elnora Hepler or a Kathy Pinkston? Did you have in your life that person that helped you see a better way to live because they lived love for God and love for others?
We learn the law when the law has heart. We don’t remember the IRS code. That code is regulation and requirement and has no heart. But we can all picture a parent with a toddler teaching the toddler all the things necessary for a good life. The law is more like that loving parent. God is saying in the law. I love you. I know what will satisfy you and what will leave you longing for more. Start living in this way to have a life worth living. Amen.
Proverbs 3:1-8
For several years I thought I was a really, really tall person. I had this picture of myself in my mind of a person just towering about four or five inches over most people. Then I was in college and I realized for the first time that I am of almost average height. I am 5’6” The average American woman’s height is 5’4.6”. I am just one and a half inches over average. This was a great shock to me. I realized that I really was way off on my body image. My internal perceptions of the world weren’t really accurate. I just had short friends in high school. Or perhaps I had taken that one year when I was the tallest girl in the class in 4th grade and I had held onto that perception way, way after it was no longer true. I remember being startled that my internal perception and the outside world were not identical. Have you ever had that experience when you suddenly realized the difference between what you assumed about the world and what was actually true? If you have ever had this experience I think this might be the seed of wisdom.
I remember Allen telling me that when you are flying a jet fighter at thousand miles an hour you don’t have any sense of how fast you are going, unless you have something to give you perspective. You could be flying around the earth in the space shuttle, but unless you looked at the earth, you wouldn’t have that feeling of hurtling through space. You can’t trust you own feeling. Sensation isn’t accurate. But as a pilot it is very, very important to know how fast you are going. It may have some life and death input if you are headed into the ground. If you want to land safely it helps to have the earth below to get a sense of urgency. It helps to have an airspeed indicator. It helps to have an altimeter. Sensation isn’t always accurate. It helps to have a few gauges. Gauges help you see where you are in relationship to the laws of thrust and gravity.
This had me thinking about our scripture; “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.” We are doing a series on real life proverbs. So I bet The Book of Proverbs has a lot to say to help us out. And right at the start of Proverbs we have the heart of wisdom. Trust in God and remember the law. Make that law, not just an external legalism, but take it into yourself in your heart. God is trying to give us some perspective in life. God is trying to give us some gauges, as we hurl through space. We are a people who need help with perspective. God has given us the law so we have some guide, some yardstick so we can look at ourselves more truthfully and more accurately. Our problem is that we forget the law or we look for new yardsticks.
Evidently we do forget the law. We forget the law in your heads and in our hearts. Everyone assumes we know the Ten Commandments right. Heck, we are church going people we know the law right? Maybe. Maybe not. Let’s take a little test. I have some paper and pencils out there in the pews. This half of the church I am going to give you a head start on our test. You folks write down the Ten Commandments. Don’t worry about getting them in order or the whole wording of each commandment. Just give me the core idea. One or two word should be enough for each. But now on this half of the church name the ingredients of McDonalds Big Mac. Let’s give these two groups a moment to jot down their answers. How do you think they will do? Do you have some predictions? Well I will tell you how a recent poll did. Many, many more people will list Big Mac ingredients over the Ten Commandments. Most people will get the big ones. Thou shall not kill or steal. But only about 15 or 20 percent get ‘Don’t worship idols or keep the Sabbath’. Eighty percent will get the Big Mac ingredients. Only fourteen percent will get all the Ten Commandments. If we need a post it note of the Ten Commandments on our head, there isn’t much of a chance of the law to be written on the tablet of our heart. This is a problem because God doesn’t want these just in our heads. The only place the law does any good is if it gets in our hearts and then we trust God to complete this law inside us. No wonder many people want the Ten Commandments posted in courthouse walls. No one can remember them.
But Jesus gave us a way to remember the ten big ideas. Jesus said all the law and the prophets comes down to two ideas, love God and love each other. You can take the ten and bring them down to two lists. The first four deal with you and God. Think of them as the vertical axis. This is what you need for harmony with God. No other Gods. No idols. Take God’s name seriously. Keep the Sabbath. The other six are the horizontal axis. This creates harmony with others. Honor your parents. Don’t murder. Don’t commit adultery. Don’t steal. Don’t lie. Don’t covet. This is our yardstick, our gauge that helps us grab hold of who we are and what will make a life of peace.
Is there anything in this list that really throws us for a loop? It seems like a pretty simple list. We may not be able to give it line by line but we know the gist of this list. It does not surprise us. We instinctively know this list. Our problem isn’t so much that we don’t know better; its’ that we don’t behave better. When we don’t do things well we tend to avoid that thing. If we stink at tennis we don’t pick up a raquet. If we don’t cook well we make reservations or do take out. It is in our nature to avoid that thing that we don’t succeed at. I wonder if we aren’t just creating other yardsticks or ourselves.
I worry we might be creating Snooki Standards. Does anyone here know who Snooki is? Snooki is a girl on a MTV reality TV show called 'Jersey Shore'. She is a collection of bad choices from fashions to life styles. I don’t think her standards are working out that well for her. I think I saw in the grocery check out line that she was being booked by the police. But in our culture, if we can’t match the Ten Commandments we have a shot at not being Snooki or not being on the show Cops, or real housewives of New York, Atlanta or LA.
The key to remembering the law and keeping it in our hearts is to find the heart in the law. Some people remember lists. But more people remember the heart of a story or a person. Jesus was teaching us how to find the heart in the law and to find that heart in him. In The Sermon on the Mount Jesus was finding the heart of the law. Jesus looked at the law "do not kill," and said ‘do not be angry.’ Jesus looked at the law, ‘love your neighbor, and hate your enemy’ and said "love you enemy.” Jesus was growing the law up from the childlike list of “thou shall not’s” and telling us to grow this law into a real heart inside of us.
We find the heart when we stop focusing on stone tablets and find the heart of the law. We find the heart of the law in the hearts of people who God touches. So let’s remember someone who lives a life of harmony not a life of disharmony a life with God’s heart. So what person has God planted in your life to give you a gauge and a yardstick? They are easy to recognize because commandments kept in the heart are so concrete and real. These are the people who do things from compassion. Who bake the cake, visit the sick and take the hard job. This is the person who will sit up with the distressed and the dying. If you are fortunate you have at least one person. If you are lucky you have many. A friend of mine has the blessing of having a woman help raise him named Ginny Zimmer. My friend was one of five kids. But he was unique in that Ginny would take him on weekends and suddenly he was one on one with someone who really cared for him. In my life I had Elnora Helper who always assumed the best of me. I think of Kathy Pinkston. Kathy has a mule farm in Tennessee. Kathy knows what it is like to lose heart. She lost her heart when her son Jesse died at 14 and her husband died one year later on Jesse’s birthday. Yet Kathy has found the heart of the law as she takes in foster kids and loves them back to health. Kathy is a woman who has taken this little yardstick and grown it up into The Sermon of the Mount. Did you have a Ginny Zimmer or an Elnora Hepler or a Kathy Pinkston? Did you have in your life that person that helped you see a better way to live because they lived love for God and love for others?
We learn the law when the law has heart. We don’t remember the IRS code. That code is regulation and requirement and has no heart. But we can all picture a parent with a toddler teaching the toddler all the things necessary for a good life. The law is more like that loving parent. God is saying in the law. I love you. I know what will satisfy you and what will leave you longing for more. Start living in this way to have a life worth living. Amen.
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