That's the Spirit... of Truth

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John 16:12-15
May 26, 2013

I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now. When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth; for he will not speak on his own, but will speak whatever he hears, and he will declare to you the things that are to come. He will glorify me, because he will take what is mine and declare it to you. All that the Father has is mine. For this reason I said that he will take what is mine and declare it to you.

            Do you know what you need to know to be saved? How do you know that your belief system or theology is the right one, the one that God requires you to have in order to be saved? How do you know that you believe in the right truth? I look around this sanctuary, and I’m pretty sure that we don’t all agree in our theologies, so how do we know who’s right and who’s wrong? I’m pretty sure I’m right ;-), so how can I be sure you all are in the right fold?   

            The idea of making sure we have the right theology goes back a long way. In fact, one of John Calvin’s main roles, as pastor of 4 churches in Geneva, Switzerland in the 1500s, was to visit members once a month to ensure that their faith and beliefs were in the right place. If he considered you to be doctrinally right, then he would leave a token with you, which would allow you to share in communion in worship. If not, you were barred until you got your head in the right place. Several of our oldest members actually remember when they were children, and the pastors visited their parents, leaving tokens afterwards.

            So,… is your head in the right place? Do you know what you need to know to be saved?

            Despite Calvin’s certainty, the truth is that neither you nor I can be completely sure we’re right, nor that we have the right theology. Why do I say this? I say it because having a theology that’s right enough, that’s true enough, is impossible. The reality is that you can never know enough because there is too much to know, and too little ability on our part to know it. Everyone seems to have a certain belief that they are confident is eternally right, but how to do you tell objectively what is truth and what isn’t? We are limited in our ability to know objective, verifiable truth, and if our salvation is based just on whether or not we believed in the right things, then we’d be lost. But that doesn’t keep people from believing that you need to know the right things to be saved.

            I remember a number of years ago we had a pastor come into our presbytery to serve one of our churches. When asked, during his entrance examination, before the members of the presbytery, what his favorite thing to do in ministry was, he said, “I love to teach people what they need to know to be saved.” No one challenged him (including me—the church he was going to had struggled, and I hoped he would be a pastor to help it), but he distilled all of Christianity and salvation to a set of beliefs that we needed to know and have in order to be saved. The question I’ve always had, though, is how we find out what we need to know to be saved? And once we find out, how do we know it’s the absolute truth?

            Two conversations I’ve had over the years have crystallized this dilemma. The first was back when I was working on my Ph.D. The program I was in was wonderful in terms of exposing us to people of different traditions and beliefs. About half the students were Protestants (Methodist, Presbyterian, Lutheran, Episcopalian, Pentecostal, Quaker, Disciples of Christ, etc…) and the other half were Roman Catholic. Among the Catholics were laity and priests, as well as sisters and brothers from religious orders from the U.S., Ireland, Australia, Indonesia, the Philippines, Poland, Ghana, Kenya, and more. We had great conversations during breaks and over lunch.

            During one of our lunch breaks, three of us Protestant pastors had a conversation with a young Roman Catholic priest from Michigan. He proceeded to tell us that Protestant faith is nice, but it’s not a saving faith. He told us that only the Catholic Church had the truth, as well as the means, for salvation. He reassuringly told us that God still loved all of us, but that our salvation was in question. At the time I was about to be married to Diane. He tried to assure me that even though my salvation was in question, I should be happy in knowing that I could take communion during the wedding service, despite non-Catholics being barred for not having the right belief about communion, because during the wedding the groom is bestowed the honor of being named a the priest at his own marriage. So for that short period of time (ten minutes?), I would be a Catholic priest at my own wedding. So could take communion. I told him that we weren’t going to have communion at our wedding because if you only can have communion for half the guests, it’s really not communion—it’s bi-munion (whatever that means). He kept insisting, thought, that I should have communion and be happy that I could take it, even if my family and friends couldn’t. He had salvation all figured out.

            Three years ago I had another conversation with a taxicab driver on the way from the hotel to the airport. The cab driver talked to me about his moving to San Antonio from Chicago, and about life in San Antonio. He then asked me what I did for a living. I told him I was a Presbyterian pastor. From that point on, and for the next twenty minutes, he proceeded to tell me the Christian truth. He told me who was saved and who wasn’t (Roman Catholics definitely weren’t saved). In rapid fire he told me all about the second coming, who would be lifted in the Rapture and who wouldn’t, and how he had become saved. He punctuated his conversation with assurances that I must know all this because I’m a pastor. I tried very hard to change the subject, including a periodic, “So,… how about those San Antonio Spurs?  You know, your center is a Pittsburgher—Dejaun Blair,” but I couldn’t shake him. I was very glad to finally get to the airport.

            Both the priest and the cab driver were convinced that they had to truth, and that others not like them didn’t. Who do you believe has the truth, and how do you know how to tell whom to believe? I struggled with this question for a long time. In fact, one reason I went to seminary, to Duquesne, and have read so much from so many different theologians has been my attempt to ascertain the truth. I struggled constantly with the question, “If this person/church/group is certain that they are right, and that other person/church/group is certain that they are right, how do I tell?” Many times I have asked God to give me a sign or an assurance that one side or the other is right. But I’ve never gotten that conviction. Instead, I’ve been consistently led to a different conviction.

            What eventually helped me resolve the dilemma were passages in two books. The first was from David Steindl-Rast, a Roman Catholic, Dominican brother and priest, who wrote a tremendous book called Gratefulness, the Heart of Prayer, which we read as part of our men’s group. He says, “To have faith does not primarily mean believing something, but rather believing in someone. Faith is trust.  It takes courage to trust. The opposite of faith is not disbelief, but distrust, fear. Fear makes us cling to anything within reach. Fear clings even to beliefs. Thus, beliefs can even get in the way of faith. In genuine faith we hold our beliefs firmly, but lightly. We trust in God, not in our particular understanding of God.”

            What he is saying, which is so important, is that doctrines and dogmas aren’t what matters. It’s not even cognitive belief that matters. It’s a trusting relationship that matters. What matters is our trust in God. We can have all the wrong beliefs, but if we deeply trust God, surrender to God, and seek a deep relationship with God, it doesn’t matter whether or not our beliefs are in the right place. The main command is to love God with all we have, and then to love others as ourselves. Steindl-Rast tells us that there is a place for beliefs, because they can help us to move into that loving, trusting relationship, but that we need to hold them “firmly, but lightly.” Beliefs are like an egg. They can nourish us, but if we hold an egg too tightly it will break into a sloppy mess. If we hold it too lightly it will fall and break into a sloppy mess. Beliefs about God only help if they are geared to deepening our relationship with God. The moment we turn them into God, or let them go completely, the more our lives become a mess.

            Beliefs are only valuable to the extent to they help us trust in God. The reason we make beliefs the most important has to do with fear. We fear we won’t be saved, so we create rock-solid beliefs, theologies, and truths that make us feel more secure. They don’t make us more secure because, ultimately, our fate is in God’s hands, but they make us feel more secure. So many of our strongest beliefs are intended to placate ourselves. I think that this is what both the cab driver and the priest were doing.

            A second book, and quote, that helped me was C. S. Lewis’ book, The Great Divorce, which is all about getting to heaven. In the book, a woman meets a spirit who keeps trying to convince her to come into heaven and enjoy God’s grace. The woman complains that she can’t be sure that the people in there have the right beliefs. She doesn’t want to be with people who are wrong in their beliefs.

            The spirit replies to her, “That’s what we all find when we reach [Heaven].  We’ve all been wrong!  That’s the great joke. There’s no need to go on pretending one was right!  After that we begin living.”

            Lewis is really recognizing that in the face of all that God is, how can we even imagine that our poor little beliefs capture all that God is. We think our beliefs about salvation are correct, when we barely even understand salvation. We are captivated by our own brilliance, without ever suspecting that it masks our ignorance.

            Both Steindl-Rast and Lewis understood a great secret of Christianity, which is that we are not saved by the purity of our belief or our truth. We are saved by the gift of God’s grace, coming from the Holy Spirit, that opens us to truth. In essence, truth follows a relationship with God. It doesn’t lead to a relationship with God. I believe that this is the essence of our passage. The gift of the Holy Spirit is that God enters them (and us), and the truth the Spirit reveals is a relational truth about love, and how we connect with God and each other through love. God’s truth is relational. The Spirit’s revelations to them are about how to glorify God and live in a deep relationship with God.

            What saves us is what Paul said in Romans. See if you can finish this sentence: “We are justified by God’s ??? as a gift.” 

            If you said that we are justified (another term for “saved”) by “grace,” you would be correct. Grace is God’s love, God’s compassion, and God’s blessing all rolled into one. This was the basic problem of the pastor who said that he loves to teach people what they need to know to be saved. We don’t need knowledge for salvation. We don’t need belief. We need grace. And if we have faith, and trust in that grace, we accept that grace, and it leads us to a truth steeped in love.

            Religious people have had a basic problem since Jewish times: certainty. We all want to be secure in our righteousness. The problem in the time of Jesus was that the Jews were trying to work their way to heaven by following the law to the letter. The were engaging in “works righteousness,” which was the attempt to “work” our way into heaven by doing something that will convince God of our righteousness. They were convinced that if they did the right things, they would be saved. The problem was that they were getting so focused on following the law that they turned it into a false god that must be served, while forgetting all about loving God and loving others.

            The problem at the time of the Protestant Reformation was that the Catholic Church had slipped back into this works righteousness. They were telling people that by giving to the Church they could buy their way into heaven, or at least reduce their time in purgatory.

            We Protestants have our own version of this. We engage too often in “beliefs righteousness,” which is the idea that if we just have pure enough belief, the right theology, the right understanding of God, our purity of truth will elevate us to heaven after we die. Same problem as before. Salvation isn’t based on belief. It’s based on God’s love.

            It seems that every denomination has it’s own form of “righteousness,” it’s own form of what we need to do, beliefs, demonstrate, or procure to get into heaven. The irony is that God’s grace is already there, inviting us.

            Our particular Presbyterian problem is a belief in beliefs—our confidence that it’s our ability to get the truth that saves us. Presbyterians are among the smartest Christians out there, but I’ve learned something in my own pursuit of truth, which I pursued for many years. I spent nine years of graduate education, plus a significant amount of reading of theologians and writers from all denominations. All of that learning has taught me that the pursuit of truth as a pathway to God is a trap because it seduces us to be convinced of our rightness, while blinding us to God’s presence despite our wrongness.

            The great Reformed theologian, Paul Tillich helped me see this. In his book, The Eternal Now, he said, “there cannot be wisdom without an encounter with the holy, with that which creates awe, and shakes the ordinary way of life and thought. Without the experience of awe in the face of the mystery of life, there is no wisdom. Most removed from wisdom are not those who are driven for desire or power, but those brilliant minds who have never encountered the holy, who are without awe and know nothing sacred, but who are able to conceal their ultimate emptiness by the brilliant performances of their intellect…”

            Tillich gets to the heart of our problem, which is that we can become so knowledgeable as Christians about everything, that we no longer have awe. We no longer have the ability to recognize God’s greatness and our smallness. Tillich’s point is not that pursuit of truth is bad. It’s that the only truth that matters is what leads to love of God and of others.

            The message of our passage is that if you really want to know truth, it only comes through openness to the Holy Spirit. But the truth you’ll learn isn’t about who is saved and who isn’t, who is in the right church and who isn’t, who has the right knowledge and who doesn’t, or who is right and who is wrong. What you’ll learn is the truth that God wants us ultimately to have, which is knowledge that leads us to love, to service, to compassion, and to God

            Amen.

That's the Spirit... of God


John 14:15-31
May 19, 2013

 ‘If you love me, you will keep my commandments. And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, to be with you forever. This is the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him, because he abides with you, and he will be in you.
 ‘I will not leave you orphaned; I am coming to you. In a little while the world will no longer see me, but you will see me; because I live, you also will live. On that day you will know that I am in my Father, and you in me, and I in you. They who have my commandments and keep them are those who love me; and those who love me will be loved by my Father, and I will love them and reveal myself to them.’ Judas (not Iscariot) said to him, ‘Lord, how is it that you will reveal yourself to us, and not to the world?’ Jesus answered him, ‘Those who love me will keep my word, and my Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them. Whoever does not love me does not keep my words; and the word that you hear is not mine, but is from the Father who sent me.
 ‘I have said these things to you while I am still with you. But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you everything, and remind you of all that I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid. You heard me say to you, “I am going away, and I am coming to you.” If you loved me, you would rejoice that I am going to the Father, because the Father is greater than I. And now I have told you this before it occurs, so that when it does occur, you may believe. I will no longer talk much with you, for the ruler of this world is coming. He has no power over me; but I do as the Father has commanded me, so that the world may know that I love the Father. Rise, let us be on our way.

            Do you know the old philosophical question, “if a tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?” It’s the kind of stupid question we pondered in college, late at night, after a party, when we were feeling kind of philosophical. By the way, the answer to that question is “no,” it doesn’t make a sound. If there are no eardrums to receive the push of air molecules and interpret it as sound, there is no sound; only the percussive movement of air.
           
            There is a spiritual corollary to this question: If the Holy Spirit speaks or acts in our lives, and we don’t hear or notice, does it really speak or act? The answer to that question is “yes.” In fact, generally this is how the Holy Spirit works—without anyone listening or noticing. We often determine God’s presence and action based on whether we see or feel what God is doing. If we don’t feel or see anything, we basically assume it’s because God is too busy elsewhere exploding a star, forming a moon, or dealing with Middle East violence to pay attention to us. What we don’t realize is that most often God’s Spirit acts in ways we never sense or see, and that God is never too busy.

            I learned a lot about how the Spirit works in a series of life events that eventually led to my becoming a pastor. I know I’ve told this story before, but I experienced the Spirit’s way of working back when I was in my early 20s.

            At the time I was working as a therapist in a psychiatric hospital with children and teens. It was a very difficult place to work because of the drama of working with suicidal, violent, and/or schizophrenic kids. I loved the work, but it slowly drained me, mainly because I was working shifts of 7 a.m. to 3:30 p.m., or 3 p.m. to 11:30 p.m. Both shifts made it difficult to have time with friends, or even to meet new friends, other than those I was working with in the psychiatric hospital. Also, we had had a series of violent male patients who had started riots, and a few who were targeting me for harm. Going into work each day not knowing if I was going to get attacked was hard psychologically.

            In the midst of all this I broke up with my girlfriend of four years, who I had assumed I would eventually marry, so I felt isolated. It all came to a head on my 24th birthday. I had applied to a number of Ph.D. programs in clinical psychology. When I got home that day I opened my mail and read my last rejection letter from a program I was convinced I was going to accept me. They said that because I had taken two classes at the University of Pittsburgh several summers before, and because they hadn’t received a transcript from Pitt, they couldn’t consider my application. What a Happy Birthday present!

            Feeling sorry for myself, I was cleaning the bathroom when the phone rang. I stood up quickly and hit my head on a cabinet corner, leaving a gash in my head. Blood trickled down my forehead as I answered. It was my father, wishing me a happy birthday. I burst out crying, telling him how unhappy I was, and that I didn’t know what to do with my future. I didn’t want to work as a counselor anymore, I had been rejected by all the Ph.D. counseling programs, I had no money, and I felt trapped. He went on to tell me that he might have an answer. He had met the president of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary a few days before, and was told about a program they had. He said, “Don’t laugh at me, Graham, but he said they have a program where you can get a master of social work (a counseling degree) from the University of Pittsburgh at the same time as a master of divinity degree from the seminary.” I laughed. I then said, “Dad, could you actually see me as a pastor?”  He said, “Graham, I’ve always seen you as a pastor.”  I was stunned, but laughed again, replying, “But I haven’t been to church in eight years. I’ve never even joined the church. How could you think that I would become a pastor?  It won’t happen in a million years.” 

            I eventually moved home and underwent the darkest period of my life. I was unemployed and the unemployment rate in the Pittsburgh area was 12%. There weren’t jobs available. I interviewed for sales jobs in a lot of places, but was told that either there was a hiring freeze or a freeze on training programs. I had walked away from a career in counseling, but I didn’t know what I wanted to do. And every door in front of me seemed to slam shut.

            That February I went to a hockey game with my sister, Connie. She began to ask me why I had left the psychiatric hospital, and why I had moved home the previous May. I told her about all my experiences in the hospital, how burned-out I had gotten, and how I didn’t know anymore what I wanted to do. It was in the midst of that conversation that I realized I did want to go back to school to get my master in social work, and I felt a need to also explore seminary—if only to help me understand spiritual issues that come up in counseling. A few days later I applied to the program between Pitt and Pittsburgh Seminary, and it was as if every door started to open before me. It was amazing. I was experiencing the Spirit fully in my life.

            I learned a lot about the Spirit from that experience. I originally couldn’t hear the Spirit speaking because the Spirit’s invitation didn’t fit my expectations. I figured that if the Holy Spirit was really a good Spirit, then the Spirit would help me get what I wanted. It was my crisis that allowed me to finally listen to and hear the Spirit calling me to do what it wanted.

            This often is how it is with the Spirit. We ignore it, we go through difficulty, we open up, and then we discover Spirit has already been there. Our passage for today is a precursor to the disciples receiving the Holy Spirit. They were looking at Jesus, listening to what he was saying, but they weren’t hearing or understanding. It wasn’t until after Jesus’ crucifixion and death, and their crisis of having everything they believed in collapse around them, that they finally heard what Jesus had been saying to them about the Holy Spirit. When they were with Jesus, the Spirit—Christ’s Spirit—was speaking, but they weren’t hearing.

            I think that one of the problems with our understanding of the Holy Spirit is that we’re not sure what to make of the Spirit. The reason is that we often misunderstand how the Holy Spirit relates with God and with Jesus. The whole idea of the Trinity gets in the way of many people’s really understanding of the Spirit, God, and Jesus. Perhaps a visual might help. Look at the figure below. This is how many Christians and non-Christians understand the Trinity:


            Basically what they think is that the Father is the one who is really God. You can hear this in our prayers. Who do we normally pray to when we pray?  It’s usually God, Lord, or Father. As a result, we don’t know what to do with either Jesus or the Holy Spirit. Are they sub-gods or angel-like beings who help us? Is the Father really the CEO God, with Jesus a vice-president in charge of the department of salvation, and the Holy Spirit in charge of the department of miracles? That’s not really the idea of the Trinity at all.

            The Trinity was an understanding of God that developed out of people’s experiences of God, as well as their relationships with God. It is not a concept of three gods, but an understanding of God who we can form a relationship with each of us in three ways. It might look like this:

           
            The Trinity teaches that we can have a relationship with God as Father, or as Jesus, or as the Holy Spirit. In a way it is like a relationship you might have with me. You have a relationship with me as pastor. As a pastor you experience me in certain ways, and have certain expectations of me. But my wife, Diane, also has a relationship with me as husband. In fact, I don’t think she wants a relationship with me as pastor. I also have a relationship with my kids as Dad. They know I’m a pastor, but they really experience me as their father.

            Despite these three different kinds of relationships, I’m still the same person in all three roles. Despite your relationship with me, I’m more than just a pastor. And the more open anyone is to who I am in my fullness, the richer and deeper a relationship a person can have with me.

            This is the idea of the Trinity. When you have a relationship with God in Christ, you are also experiencing the Father and the Spirit. And when you relate with the Father, you are experiencing the Spirit and Jesus. And when you relate with the Spirit, you are experiencing the Father and Jesus. That fancy word at the center of the diagram, “perichoresis,” is a Greek theological term for the idea that in one person is all three persons. So these are not three gods in one God. They are three experiences and relationships with the One God. And the more open we are to all three, the deeper our experience of God will be. And for us Presbyterians, becoming open to the Holy Spirit can be difficult because we like our God nice, neat, and orderly.

            So what does all this mean to us today? It means that the Spirit of God, the Spirit of Christ, is in us, around us, through us, and for us,… always ready to work in our lives. But we have to be ready to let the Spirit work in our lives. We have to be willing to listen, to open, to be ready, and to follow. Let me close with an example of the kind of thing the Spirit can do if we are open to it.

            Do you know the name, Ken Glaub? I’d be surprised if you did. He’s a radio evangelist who has been in ministry for about 50 years. When he got started as an evangelist in the early 1970s, he sort of had a Christian Von Trapp kind of family, where they travelled around the country offering entertainment through their singing. He had been the pastor of a church in rural Kentucky, but decided to relocate to Yakima, Washington, where he set up a ministry of Christian entertainment and inspiration.

            It was not an easy ministry for him or his family as they spent countless hours traveling the nation’s highways, going from city to city, town to town. At one point, after doing an event in Indiana, he was driving the bus south of Dayton and he wondered if what he was doing really was God’s will. Was he making any difference? He was feeling so burned-out. Was this still what God wanted? He reflected on his life to this point. He had already been fairly successful as a pastor. He had formed a fairly strong radio ministry that reached all over the country. He also was dabbling in a television ministry. At the same time he was drained, despite all of his successes. “God, is this still what you want for me?” he asked. 

            His thoughts were interrupted by his son: “Dad!  Let’s get some food.  I’m hungry!  Pizza, we want pizza!” Ken said okay and started to pull off the highway. He looked for pizza signs and thought to himself, “A sign. That’s what I need, a sign. God, please give me a sign if this is what you want for me.” He was lost in his thoughts and prayers as he pulled into the parking lot of a Pizza Hut. As the people poured out of the bus and rushed into the Pizza Hut, Ken walked slowly across the parking lot, lost in his own thought. From his right, he kept hearing an irritating noise. It was a telephone ringing. A pay phone next to the building was ringing, but there was no one there to answer. 

            Feeling kind of foolish, he walked over to the phone and picked it up. “Hello?” he said, holding the phone to his ear. On the line he heard the operator say, “Long distance call for Mr. Ken Glaub. Is there a Ken Glaub there?” (this was back when operators used to help with long-distance calls). Ken was confused and replied, “I don’t understand. How can you be calling me?” The operator was insistent: “Is there a Ken Glaub there?” “But Operator,” he said, “how can someone be calling me at this number.” The operator persisted, “Are you Mr. Glaub or not? This is a long-distance call.” Finally, he said, “Yes, Operator, I’m Ken Glaub.”

            Then he heard another voice on the line, “Pastor Glaub, this is Millie, Millie from Harrisburg.”  “How did you find me at this number?” he asked. “Isn’t this your office in California?” she said. “No, my office is in Yakima, Washington, but right now I’m at a payphone outside of Dayton, Ohio. How did you get this number?”

            Millie went on to tell her story. Her life had fallen apart, and she had decided to end it all by committing suicide. As she wrote her suicide note, she started to pray:  “Oh God, if only I could talk to that Pastor Glaub I heard on the radio. I know he could help me. O Lord, what should I do?” As she prayed, some numbers came into her mind, and she wrote them down on her note. She finished the note, but then put it aside, deciding to wait a couple of days before going through with her plan. As she did, she kept thinking about those numbers. Finally, she realized that they looked like a telephone number. So, she decided to ask the operator to dial it with the hope that it was Ken Glaub’s number. 

            Stunned, Ken took a deep breath, realizing that the Holy Spirit had just touched him. He spent the next thirty minutes talking with her and giving her the names of people in her area to talk with. Finally, he hung up the telephone. He had just been given a sign from God—from God’s Spirit—telling him that he was doing the right thing. (from Chicken Soup for the Christian Soul, by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen, and from Internet sources). 

            This story may sound too fantastic, but is it anymore fantastic than what the Bible says about the Spirit? The fact is that the Spirit is speaking to you and working your life. But are you open enough to discover and experience it?

            Amen.

Who Is Jesus; The Good Shepherd -- John 10:11-18, Rev. Connie Frierson, 5-5-13

John 10:11-18 ‘I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. The hired hand, who is not the shepherd and does not own the sheep, sees the wolf coming and leaves the sheep and runs away—and the wolf snatches them and scatters them. The hired hand runs away because a hired hand does not care for the sheep. I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father. And I lay down my life for the sheep. I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to my voice. So there will be one flock, one shepherd. For this reason the Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it up again. I have received this command from my Father.’ Who Is Jesus; The Good Shepherd -- John 10:11-18, Rev. Connie Frierson, 5-5-13 We are continuing with our series on “Who is Jesus.” All of these sermons are based on the Gospel of John. An interesting thing about John is that this gospel uses seven dramatic “I am” statements. As in I am the Bread of Life, I am the gate, I am the Light of the World, I am the Way, the truth and the Light, I am the Resurrection and the Life, I am the vine, and today’s passage, I am the Good Shepherd. These declarations aren’t actual parables nor are they an allegory but they have similarities to both. Jesus was using what scholars call “symbolic discourse.” It is a mix of symbolism and straightforward talk. But we miss the message if we don’t get the symbol. If we miss the symbol and the message we can be a little lost on what Jesus was saying about how God wants to live with us and in us. So I started to think about how we miss this Shepherding business. We don’t understand sheep and so we don’t understand the Good Shepherd. So where does all this misunderstanding start? I think it starts with beef, beef and childhood. I am truly a product of my childhood. That childhood included lots of TV westerns. I thought Hoss and Little Joe from Bonanza were my big brothers. My cousin, Sally, and I pretended to rope and drive herds of cattle like on Rawhide. Though our playground was a Holstein dairy farm, we were really ranchers at heart. We knew cows. In fact at the age of eleven, I won a major award. At the Dairymen’s Association meeting at the Halstead farm, I won the cow-judging contest. I had watched the judging of 4-H shows since I was little and I could tell a good udder from a bad one. I could look serious and contemplate a cow’s shoulder and flank and how they stood on their legs. Yup. I walked away from that meeting with a little tack box with cow brushes and a gift certificate to the local Dairy Queen. I knew cows. But didn’t have much regard for sheep. I had inherited the cattlemen’s prejudice. While you out there may not be able to tell a heifer from a steer, I bet you know even less about sheep. So when Jesus says, “I am the Good Shepherd.” Do any of us know what that means? Despite our cultural shortcomings we do know some things. All the shepherds I ever met were wearing their bathrobes and a kitchen towel over their heads held in place by shoelaces. We know those Christmas shepherds. They were watching their flocks by night and ‘Lo the Angel of the Lord and a Heavenly Host’ announce the birth of baby Jesus. We know Psalm 23. In fact if I read the words most every one of you would be able to say this Psalm with me. The phrases of comfort and promise are written in our hearts and minds. “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. So often we hear this wonderful psalm, but we engage the God of the 23rd Psalm at a child’s eye level. A child’s level can be wonderful. But it can also fall short of the deepest understanding. If we are to understand Jesus as our shepherd maybe we should think of how we understood this as a child and then think of how we can go deeper. As a child here is what I thought I heard. I figured “laying down in green pastures,” meant I had to take a nap. But it was outside so that was cool. I didn’t realize it meant God supplies every good thing we need to live. The “still waters” sounded like a good swimming hole. I preferred my pools clorinated but I was willing to go with still waters if Jesus wanted me to. I didn’t live in the desert so I didn’t think of how life-giving water was. I didn't think of that other promise of Jesus to provide living water. The “valley of the shadow of death” was pretty scary, kind of like cutting through the North Union churchyard when you’re late for dinner and it is getting dark. So I thought it might be good to have the Lord with me. But I didn’t realize that all of the dark spots of life could have God with me too. Nor did I realize how much I would need God presence in that very same cemetery as I buried my father and then my mother and then my husband. Now that “rod and staff” business didn’t appeal at all. I figured it was some religious talk to say I should take my lumps and like it. Rod and staff sounded like a spanking to me. I had no concept of how the shepherd’s crook was a way to rescue the sheep. Or that the staff wasn’t for beating sheep it was for protecting them from wolves. Guess what I got from Psalm 23 was that the Good Shepherd comforts and takes care of us poor dumb sheep. But as a child and later as an adult, I didn’t like to think of myself as a sheep. I was a cowgirl riding the open range by myself, finding adventure and overcoming obstacles my own ingenuity. No real American likes to think of themselves as sheep. But I was thinking of this all wrong. I was thinking with the hubris of a cattle rancher. I was overestimating my abilities and underestimating sheep. I figured every time the bible said we were like sheep. God was calling us dumb. We may not want to name our local sports teams after sheep. But ancient Israel often saw themselves as sheep and God as shepherd. Perhaps they saw themselves with more humility and honesty than we see ourselves. Even more important they didn’t feel shame at being like sheep. Sheep need three things 1) Protection, 2) A flock and 3) A shepherd. Sheep need protection. They have no offensive mechanism and they have no defensive mechanism. Sheep would be bad at war. So we don’t value sheep. But in God’s eyes being bad at war is not a bad thing. Sheep aren’t made for war because the shepherd will defend us. Nothing could be more natural to the Middle Eastern mind that an acceptance that sheep need protection. There is no shame. It is simply a matter of nature and trust. Sheep also need each other. The flock isn’t just a collection of individuals. Sheep are social animals and they require community. This is so true of human beings as well. God made us to be in relationship. The heroic, loner, superman is a modern construction, not biblical. We are not bad because we need each other. That is the way we were created. Lastly and most profoundly, sheep need the guidance of a shepherd. Needing guidance was considered self-evident and natural. Receiving guidance from God and the Good shepherd is righteous, having a right and natural relationship with God. In fact in Middle-Eastern society declaring yourself not in need of guidance would be crazy talk. Given these essentials sheep can do amazing things. They can produce milk and meat and wool on marginal pasture and steep slopes. Sheep are a measure of wealth. Sheep are valuable and by comparing us to sheep God is saying we are valuable. No matter how vulnerable, how in need of the necessities of life, how in need of community and guidance we are valuable. To God there is no worthless sheep. By declaring himself the good shepherd, Jesus was trying to describe a love relationship. But too often we are stuck with the cattle model. Sheep don’t act like cattle. For instance if you herd cattle you drive them from behind whooping and hollering and cracking whips. If you try this with sheep, they just circle around you. You can’t drive sheep. You have to lead them. Sheep won’t go anywhere unless they know someone is out front who knows the way. Isn’t this describe our relationship with God more accurately. Often old time religion has tried to drive and crack whips to herd people to God. But that has never worked in the long run. The relationship between God and humanity must be based on trust and relationship, care not coercion, love, not fear. In the passage today Jesus is not berating the crowd by calling them sheep. Jesus is pointing out one fabulous attribute of sheep. They recognize the Shepherd’s voice. In the Middle East today, just like in Abraham’s day if you meet go to an oasis many different Bedouin flocks will come and mingle at the water. The shepherds don’t try to split them up or keep them apart. They calmly mingle. But when the Bedouin shepherd decides to leave he merely has a distinctive call or whistle. And his flock will follow. The sheep know the shepherd’s voice. This knowing is an ongoing relationship of trust. This “knowing” isn’t the result of vast esoteric or secret knowledge. This knowing is the result of hours of familiarity, a history of safe passage and supplying everything we need. This knowing recognizes the inner call of the shepherd. This knowing the Shepherd’s voice is what we all are listening for. Jesus doesn’t just say I am the Good Shepherd. He gives the job description. The people in Jesus day would hear the echo of Psalm 23 in their heads. They knew how the shepherd leads and supplies pasture and water and protection. But Jesus adds the essential element of the Good Shepherd, “He lays down his life for the sheep.” When Jesus says he is the Good Shepherd, the word he uses is kalos. This means not just a good vs. bad shepherd. It means the model, the best, the supreme, and the ideal. The contrast of the hireling who runs from danger is a warning and a foil for what Jesus is doing. This is wear the metaphor becomes mixed with prophecy and fact. For in this passage Jesus is no longer using an extended metaphor. Jesus is taking this abstract idea of the Good Shepherd and bringing it into a gritty material world and events in the immediate future. Jesus is has jumped the fence from the pretty picture of sweet grass and clear water to a real fight for our lives. Our response is to jump into that same real salvation and rescue and healing or to wander away. Amen.

Who Is Jesus? The Bread of Life – John 6:25-40, Rev. Connie Frierson, 4-21-13

John 6:25-40 When they found him on the other side of the lake, they said to him, ‘Rabbi, when did you come here?’ Jesus answered them, ‘Very truly, I tell you, you are looking for me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate your fill of the loaves. Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you. For it is on him that God the Father has set his seal.’ Then they said to him, ‘What must we do to perform the works of God?’ Jesus answered them, ‘This is the work of God, that you believe in him whom he has sent.’ So they said to him, ‘What sign are you going to give us then, so that we may see it and believe you? What work are you performing? Our ancestors ate the manna in the wilderness; as it is written, “He gave them bread from heaven to eat.” ’ Then Jesus said to them, ‘Very truly, I tell you, it was not Moses who gave you the bread from heaven, but it is my Father who gives you the true bread from heaven. For the bread of God is that which comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.’ They said to him, ‘Sir, give us this bread always.’ Jesus said to them, ‘I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty. But I said to you that you have seen me and yet do not believe. Everything that the Father gives me will come to me, and anyone who comes to me I will never drive away; for I have come down from heaven, not to do my own will, but the will of him who sent me. And this is the will of him who sent me, that I should lose nothing of all that he has given me, but raise it up on the last day. This is indeed the will of my Father, that all who see the Son and believe in him may have eternal life; and I will raise them up on the last day.’ Who is Jesus? The Bread of Life I have a routine that I go through with the boys about twice a week. See if this seems familiar to you. I am stumped about what to make for dinner. And then I ask the question, “So what are you hungry for?” Now by the time I ask this question I am already out of ideas. And the boys know this. I have made the everyday entrée’s of tacos and roasted chicken and broiled salmon and chili. I have a pantry full of staples but none of it seems to fit. I’m asking for a lifeline here and, as my boys are not menu planners, they usually respond with something like, “Uh. Hmm. I don’t know.” If I ask the question “What are you hungry for” They might answer honestly and say, “Let’s have Cinnamon buns or cake and ice cream or Nanny’s Spaghetti and Meatballs that need to simmer for six hours.” But by the time I ask the question it is already too late to meet the heartfelt need. Heck, I might as well just skip the searching all together and go directly to ordering pizza. But then I started turning in my mind this question, “What are you hungry for.” Gosh that question, “What are you hungry for?” is as profound as it is practical. We are asking who Jesus is in this sermon series. Jesus is the one who let’s us ask this profound question “what are we hungry for.” and gives us the answer that nourishes. Jesus is profound and practical. Jesus is the master of taking the concrete and helping us to see the spirit, taking our fleshy, physical selves and helping us to answer the cry of the soul. In our passage today we have one of the answers; Jesus says he is the bread of life. But perhaps in our land of plenty we don’t understand quite what Jesus is saying. So let’s look at what the people of Jesus time ate and then we may have some insight into this Bread of Life. The world of ancient Palestine was a bread culture. If Jesus had been speaking to an Asian culture perhaps he might have said, “I am the rice bowl of life.” And in paraphrases of missionaries to Asian cultures that his how this passage might be adapted. But in a bread culture Jesus spoke to a thought pattern and a heritage that valued bread above all else. Bread was the most important part of the meal. In our culture, when we go to a restaurant we generally focus on what kind of entrée we’re going to order, The basket of bread on the table is usually secondary. In Jesus’ day, meat was a side dish, often meat that was sauced so bread was dipped but bread was never overshadowed like our modern entrée. If we look at our own culture we might say we are a beef culture or maybe a snack culture, or even worse a Twinkie culture. But we once were a bread culture and have old memories so we understand in part, but not the whole loaf. Here are some of the images that this Bread of Life metaphor would have conjured. When Jesus says that he is the bread of life, he is saying that he is the most important part of life. Jesus is saying, “I am central. I am necessary. I am so basic and foundational to life that you have an urgent need of me. But there is more. Everyone had access to bread. Poorer people used barley to make bread while the wealthier used wheat, but most everyone had the means to make or buy bread. By using this metaphor, Jesus is saying that He is available to everyone. Jesus did not say, “I am the Filet Mignon of Life. I am the champaigne of life. I am only for the wealthy or for those who have their life in order or only for the successful, or the religious. Jesus said, “I am the bread of life and I am for everyone. In the Middle East, hospitality was taken very seriously. And bread was the means of fellowship. When you broke bread with someone, you were friends for life. You created obligations by sitting down together. To break bread together meant there is peace between us and I will care for you. As a host at a dinner, you pledged to protect, defend and care for your guest. Jesus likewise offers a friendship, care and concern by sharing in this bread of life that will never end. Bread symbolizes God’s presence. Bethlehem means the “house of Bread,” and the temple was continually filled with the show bread. This can be interpreted as “show up bread” or in Hebrew terms, “face bread.” This bread was a heavenly symbol of God himself, and a reminder to his people that every time they eat bread, they should think of him. Interestingly, if a person would see a scrap of bread on the road, he would pick it up and put it on a tree branch for the birds to eat. Bread was never to be trampled under foot in the common dust because it carries with it an element of mystery and sacredness. This is the culture that Jesus was talking to a culture that sees bread as necessary, for everyone, the main thing, a way to intimate friendship and above all sacred. When Jesus says he is the bread of life he is saying, the presence of God is in me and I am for you, with you, intimate with you and sacred. But the people of Jesus day were just as focused on just the material world as we are. Despite this culture that has all these fabulous associations with bread, the crowds that followed Jesus were still focused just on the physical. And they had good reason to be focused on bread. Earlier in this very chapter Jesus fed the 5,000. Jesus took a little boy’s lunch, 5 barley loaves and 2 sardines and multiplying it so much there were 12 baskets left over. The crowd is now following closely looking for breakfast, for a miracle, for another miraculous sign. But Jesus is trying to take their preoccupation with the physical and lift it into something more profound. Jesus is trying to move us from our preoccupations to look to him as the answer to the supreme hunger. What is this supreme hunger? St. Augustine said that every person has a God-shaped hole in his soul. We can attempt to fill that cavity with a host of other things, but finally nothing satiates our hunger for significance, peace and comfort except Jesus. We all try to make the physical answer the big needs of the heart. So we look for externals to feed our internals. But money can buy you a house, but not a home; money can buy you an education, but not wisdom; money can buy you a bed, but not restful sleep; money can buy you influence, but not respect; it can buy you medicine, but not health; a spouse, but not love; quiet, but not tranquility The answer to supreme hunger is right under our noses, as ordinary on the outside as bread but as vital as the breath of life. In his best selling book called, “Into Thin Air,” Jon Krakauer relates the hazards that plagued some climbers as they attempted to reach the summit of Mount Everest. Andy Harris, one of the expedition leaders stayed at the peak too long and on his descent, he became in dire need of oxygen. Harris radioed the base camp and told them about his predicament. He mentioned that he had come across a cache of oxygen canisters left by the other climbers but they were all empty. The climbers who already passed the canisters on their own descent knew they were not empty, but full. They pleaded with him on the radio to make use of them but it was to no avail. Harris was starved for oxygen but he continued to argue that the canisters were empty. The problem was that the lack of what he needed had so disoriented his mind that though he was surrounded by something that would give him life, he continued to complain of its absence. This is so like our own situation. We are starved for God, but our God starvation disorders our spirit so that we refuse to believe God can be found. We have a yearning for the Bread of Life. But sometimes we just settle for just bread. In his book entitled “God’s Psychiatry”, Charles Allen tells this story. As World War II was drawing to a close, the Allied armies gathered up many hungry orphans. They were placed in camps where they were well fed. Despite excellent care, they slept poorly. They were nervous and afraid. Finally, a psychologist came up with the solution. Each child was given a piece of bread to hold after he was put to bed. This particular piece of bread was just to be held—not eaten. The piece of bread produced wonderful results. The children went to bed knowing instinctively they would have food to eat the next day. That guarantee gave the children a restful and contented sleep. We hold things too to help us sleep. Remember that question, “What are you hungry for?” If you asked me I might answer, “I am hungry for homemade bread, like my mom made. Most weeks as I was growing up, my mother would make bread. I can remember hundred’s of moments when I sat at the counter and watched mom’s strong blunt hands knead the bread. This bread was ever present in my early years. It might not be the best bread. It wasn’t whole wheat. It didn’t have wheat germ added. It certainly was not fashionable artisan bread. But it meant love and security and dear memories to me. So in the years following my mom’s death, I made this bread almost weekly. I was like those orphan children holding the bread to help me sleep. But as time went on and my faith grew I was able to let go of making that bread. I could let go because I experience the bread of life. I experience God’s love and care for me. The Bread of Life healed me of that grief. I was able to entrust my mom to God. I was able to entrust my own life to God. And then I didn’t need to make that bread anymore, unless it was just for memories sake. God really does want us to be able to eat our fill, to fill our stomachs and not be hungry. But Jesus wants us to move beyond, our preoccupations with the physical, or with whatever trick we have jerry-rigged to make our life work. God wants more for us than even we want for us. So the Bread of Heaven has come down for us. “Taste and see that the LORD is good,” Amen.

That's the Spirit... of God


John 14:15-31
May 19, 2013

 ‘If you love me, you will keep my commandments. And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, to be with you forever. This is the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him, because he abides with you, and he will be in you.
 ‘I will not leave you orphaned; I am coming to you. In a little while the world will no longer see me, but you will see me; because I live, you also will live. On that day you will know that I am in my Father, and you in me, and I in you. They who have my commandments and keep them are those who love me; and those who love me will be loved by my Father, and I will love them and reveal myself to them.’ Judas (not Iscariot) said to him, ‘Lord, how is it that you will reveal yourself to us, and not to the world?’ Jesus answered him, ‘Those who love me will keep my word, and my Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them. Whoever does not love me does not keep my words; and the word that you hear is not mine, but is from the Father who sent me.
 ‘I have said these things to you while I am still with you. But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you everything, and remind you of all that I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid. You heard me say to you, “I am going away, and I am coming to you.” If you loved me, you would rejoice that I am going to the Father, because the Father is greater than I. And now I have told you this before it occurs, so that when it does occur, you may believe. I will no longer talk much with you, for the ruler of this world is coming. He has no power over me; but I do as the Father has commanded me, so that the world may know that I love the Father. Rise, let us be on our way.

            Do you know the old philosophical question, “if a tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?” It’s the kind of stupid question we pondered in college, late at night, after a party, when we were feeling kind of philosophical. By the way, the answer to that question is “no,” it doesn’t make a sound. If there are no eardrums to receive the push of air molecules and interpret it as sound, there is no sound; only the percussive movement of air.
           
            There is a spiritual corollary to this question: If the Holy Spirit speaks or acts in our lives, and we don’t hear or notice, does it really speak or act? The answer to that question is “yes.” In fact, generally this is how the Holy Spirit works—without anyone listening or noticing. We often determine God’s presence and action based on whether we see or feel what God is doing. If we don’t feel or see anything, we basically assume it’s because God is too busy elsewhere exploding a star, forming a moon, or dealing with Middle East violence to pay attention to us. What we don’t realize is that most often God’s Spirit acts in ways we never sense or see, and that God is never too busy.

            I learned a lot about how the Spirit works in a series of life events that eventually led to my becoming a pastor. I know I’ve told this story before, but I experienced the Spirit’s way of working back when I was in my early 20s.

            At the time I was working as a therapist in a psychiatric hospital with children and teens. It was a very difficult place to work because of the drama of working with suicidal, violent, and/or schizophrenic kids. I loved the work, but it slowly drained me, mainly because I was working shifts of 7 a.m. to 3:30 p.m., or 3 p.m. to 11:30 p.m. Both shifts made it difficult to have time with friends, or even to meet new friends, other than those I was working with in the psychiatric hospital. Also, we had had a series of violent male patients who had started riots, and a few who were targeting me for harm. Going into work each day not knowing if I was going to get attacked was hard psychologically.

            In the midst of all this I broke up with my girlfriend of four years, who I had assumed I would eventually marry, so I felt isolated. It all came to a head on my 24th birthday. I had applied to a number of Ph.D. programs in clinical psychology. When I got home that day I opened my mail and read my last rejection letter from a program I was convinced I was going to accept me. They said that because I had taken two classes at the University of Pittsburgh several summers before, and because they hadn’t received a transcript from Pitt, they couldn’t consider my application. What a Happy Birthday present!

            Feeling sorry for myself, I was cleaning the bathroom when the phone rang. I stood up quickly and hit my head on a cabinet corner, leaving a gash in my head. Blood trickled down my forehead as I answered. It was my father, wishing me a happy birthday. I burst out crying, telling him how unhappy I was, and that I didn’t know what to do with my future. I didn’t want to work as a counselor anymore, I had been rejected by all the Ph.D. counseling programs, I had no money, and I felt trapped. He went on to tell me that he might have an answer. He had met the president of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary a few days before, and was told about a program they had. He said, “Don’t laugh at me, Graham, but he said they have a program where you can get a master of social work (a counseling degree) from the University of Pittsburgh at the same time as a master of divinity degree from the seminary.” I laughed. I then said, “Dad, could you actually see me as a pastor?”  He said, “Graham, I’ve always seen you as a pastor.”  I was stunned, but laughed again, replying, “But I haven’t been to church in eight years. I’ve never even joined the church. How could you think that I would become a pastor?  It won’t happen in a million years.” 

            I eventually moved home and underwent the darkest period of my life. I was unemployed and the unemployment rate in the Pittsburgh area was 12%. There weren’t jobs available. I interviewed for sales jobs in a lot of places, but was told that either there was a hiring freeze or a freeze on training programs. I had walked away from a career in counseling, but I didn’t know what I wanted to do. And every door in front of me seemed to slam shut.

            That February I went to a hockey game with my sister, Connie. She began to ask me why I had left the psychiatric hospital, and why I had moved home the previous May. I told her about all my experiences in the hospital, how burned-out I had gotten, and how I didn’t know anymore what I wanted to do. It was in the midst of that conversation that I realized I did want to go back to school to get my master in social work, and I felt a need to also explore seminary—if only to help me understand spiritual issues that come up in counseling. A few days later I applied to the program between Pitt and Pittsburgh Seminary, and it was as if every door started to open before me. It was amazing. I was experiencing the Spirit fully in my life.

            I learned a lot about the Spirit from that experience. I originally couldn’t hear the Spirit speaking because the Spirit’s invitation didn’t fit my expectations. I figured that if the Holy Spirit was really a good Spirit, then the Spirit would help me get what I wanted. It was my crisis that allowed me to finally listen to and hear the Spirit calling me to do what it wanted.

            This often is how it is with the Spirit. We ignore it, we go through difficulty, we open up, and then we discover Spirit has already been there. Our passage for today is a precursor to the disciples receiving the Holy Spirit. They were looking at Jesus, listening to what he was saying, but they weren’t hearing or understanding. It wasn’t until after Jesus’ crucifixion and death, and their crisis of having everything they believed in collapse around them, that they finally heard what Jesus had been saying to them about the Holy Spirit. When they were with Jesus, the Spirit—Christ’s Spirit—was speaking, but they weren’t hearing.

            I think that one of the problems with our understanding of the Holy Spirit is that we’re not sure what to make of the Spirit. The reason is that we often misunderstand how the Holy Spirit relates with God and with Jesus. The whole idea of the Trinity gets in the way of many people’s really understanding of the Spirit, God, and Jesus. Perhaps a visual might help. Look at the figure below. This is how many Christians and non-Christians understand the Trinity:


            Basically what they think is that the Father is the one who is really God. You can hear this in our prayers. Who do we normally pray to when we pray?  It’s usually God, Lord, or Father. As a result, we don’t know what to do with either Jesus or the Holy Spirit. Are they sub-gods or angel-like beings who help us? Is the Father really the CEO God, with Jesus a vice-president in charge of the department of salvation, and the Holy Spirit in charge of the department of miracles? That’s not really the idea of the Trinity at all.

            The Trinity was an understanding of God that developed out of people’s experiences of God, as well as their relationships with God. It is not a concept of three gods, but an understanding of God who we can form a relationship with each of us in three ways. It might look like this:

           
            The Trinity teaches that we can have a relationship with God as Father, or as Jesus, or as the Holy Spirit. In a way it is like a relationship you might have with me. You have a relationship with me as pastor. As a pastor you experience me in certain ways, and have certain expectations of me. But my wife, Diane, also has a relationship with me as husband. In fact, I don’t think she wants a relationship with me as pastor. I also have a relationship with my kids as Dad. They know I’m a pastor, but they really experience me as their father.

            Despite these three different kinds of relationships, I’m still the same person in all three roles. Despite your relationship with me, I’m more than just a pastor. And the more open anyone is to who I am in my fullness, the richer and deeper a relationship a person can have with me.

            This is the idea of the Trinity. When you have a relationship with God in Christ, you are also experiencing the Father and the Spirit. And when you relate with the Father, you are experiencing the Spirit and Jesus. And when you relate with the Spirit, you are experiencing the Father and Jesus. That fancy word at the center of the diagram, “perichoresis,” is a Greek theological term for the idea that in one person is all three persons. So these are not three gods in one God. They are three experiences and relationships with the One God. And the more open we are to all three, the deeper our experience of God will be. And for us Presbyterians, becoming open to the Holy Spirit can be difficult because we like our God nice, neat, and orderly.

            So what does all this mean to us today? It means that the Spirit of God, the Spirit of Christ, is in us, around us, through us, and for us,… always ready to work in our lives. But we have to be ready to let the Spirit work in our lives. We have to be willing to listen, to open, to be ready, and to follow. Let me close with an example of the kind of thing the Spirit can do if we are open to it.

            Do you know the name, Ken Glaub? I’d be surprised if you did. He’s a radio evangelist who has been in ministry for about 50 years. When he got started as an evangelist in the early 1970s, he sort of had a Christian Von Trapp kind of family, where they travelled around the country offering entertainment through their singing. He had been the pastor of a church in rural Kentucky, but decided to relocate to Yakima, Washington, where he set up a ministry of Christian entertainment and inspiration.

            It was not an easy ministry for him or his family as they spent countless hours traveling the nation’s highways, going from city to city, town to town. At one point, after doing an event in Indiana, he was driving the bus south of Dayton and he wondered if what he was doing really was God’s will. Was he making any difference? He was feeling so burned-out. Was this still what God wanted? He reflected on his life to this point. He had already been fairly successful as a pastor. He had formed a fairly strong radio ministry that reached all over the country. He also was dabbling in a television ministry. At the same time he was drained, despite all of his successes. “God, is this still what you want for me?” he asked. 

            His thoughts were interrupted by his son: “Dad!  Let’s get some food.  I’m hungry!  Pizza, we want pizza!” Ken said okay and started to pull off the highway. He looked for pizza signs and thought to himself, “A sign. That’s what I need, a sign. God, please give me a sign if this is what you want for me.” He was lost in his thoughts and prayers as he pulled into the parking lot of a Pizza Hut. As the people poured out of the bus and rushed into the Pizza Hut, Ken walked slowly across the parking lot, lost in his own thought. From his right, he kept hearing an irritating noise. It was a telephone ringing. A pay phone next to the building was ringing, but there was no one there to answer. 

            Feeling kind of foolish, he walked over to the phone and picked it up. “Hello?” he said, holding the phone to his ear. On the line he heard the operator say, “Long distance call for Mr. Ken Glaub. Is there a Ken Glaub there?” (this was back when operators used to help with long-distance calls). Ken was confused and replied, “I don’t understand. How can you be calling me?” The operator was insistent: “Is there a Ken Glaub there?” “But Operator,” he said, “how can someone be calling me at this number.” The operator persisted, “Are you Mr. Glaub or not? This is a long-distance call.” Finally, he said, “Yes, Operator, I’m Ken Glaub.”

            Then he heard another voice on the line, “Pastor Glaub, this is Millie, Millie from Harrisburg.”  “How did you find me at this number?” he asked. “Isn’t this your office in California?” she said. “No, my office is in Yakima, Washington, but right now I’m at a payphone outside of Dayton, Ohio. How did you get this number?”

            Millie went on to tell her story. Her life had fallen apart, and she had decided to end it all by committing suicide. As she wrote her suicide note, she started to pray:  “Oh God, if only I could talk to that Pastor Glaub I heard on the radio. I know he could help me. O Lord, what should I do?” As she prayed, some numbers came into her mind, and she wrote them down on her note. She finished the note, but then put it aside, deciding to wait a couple of days before going through with her plan. As she did, she kept thinking about those numbers. Finally, she realized that they looked like a telephone number. So, she decided to ask the operator to dial it with the hope that it was Ken Glaub’s number. 

            Stunned, Ken took a deep breath, realizing that the Holy Spirit had just touched him. He spent the next thirty minutes talking with her and giving her the names of people in her area to talk with. Finally, he hung up the telephone. He had just been given a sign from God—from God’s Spirit—telling him that he was doing the right thing. (from Chicken Soup for the Christian Soul, by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen, and from Internet sources). 

            This story may sound too fantastic, but is it anymore fantastic than what the Bible says about the Spirit? The fact is that the Spirit is speaking to you and working your life. But are you open enough to discover and experience it?

            Amen.