Sunday, May 28, 2017
© Stacey Steck
Jesus always did have a flair for the dramatic. From dropping the microphone at his first reading of Isaiah in the synagogue to disappearing in a cloud after his forty post-resurrection days on earth, Jesus liked to stir people up. And if that ascension drama weren’t enough, he gives them something startling to think about. At the end here, he doesn’t just say, “Go on and continue what I taught you.” No, much more provocatively, he says, “You will be my witnesses…to the ends of the earth.” And the disciples must have just thought that was unimaginable.
Well, Jesus, we did what you said. It took a long time, but our job here is done. We have taken Christ’s message to “the ends of the earth,” and along the way, Jerusalem, Judea, and Samaria. Yes, the vision Christ gave his disciples has been fulfilled, as they, and we, the church, have reached the vast majority of peoples and places. The Bible has been translated into thousands of the languages of planet Earth, and even into languages of other worlds, including the fictitious Klingon language of Star Trek. According to the United Bible Societies, “there are now over 2,370 languages in which at least one book of the Bible has been published. Although this figure represents less than half of the languages and dialects presently in use in the world, it nonetheless includes the primary vehicles of communication of well over 90% of the world’s population.” Ninety percent is pretty good, and praise God there are faithful people working hard on the other ten percent. Most of us are off the hook, and can now get back to the fishing or carpentry businesses we left behind to follow this Jesus and to be his witnesses to the ends of the earth. There is nowhere left to go, except maybe Mars, but since we want to be good stewards of God’s gifts, we may want to wait for evidence of life before we trot off to outer space looking for Klingons to whom we may bring the Gospel, already translated.
Now, you didn’t know that the Star Trek franchise was inspired by the early church, but there you have it. Like Captain Kirk and his fearless crew, the disciples were sent out to boldly go where no one had gone before, to seek out new life and new civilizations in the outer space of their time. Their world as they knew it was small, but it was about to expand beyond their imaginations. For them, Rome might as well have been Mars, and Uganda might as well have been Alpha Centauri, one of the nearest star systems outside our own solar system, but still some 4.37 light years away. But just before Jesus ascends into the clouds, he places before them the vision of an entire world that has experienced the healing presence of Christ, not just their own homeland, but the homelands of enemies and strangers. He places before them once again the ancient vision of all the nations streaming toward Jerusalem that had been the promise of prophecy to their ancestors. It will be they who go on without him, powered by the Holy Spirit, where no one had gone before. After them there will be the Apostle Paul who goes to Asia Minor, Greece, and Rome, Saint Patrick who goes to Ireland, and Saint Thomas who goes to India. After them, there will be the Women’s Missionary Societies of the early twentieth century that hold bake sales to send missionaries to deepest, darkest Africa, and inner Mongolia, and pre-Boxer China. There will be the United Bible Societies, and the Wykliffe Bible Translators who provide the Word in a host of languages. There will be missions to virtually every nation, tribe, or people group that can be identified, in every way of spreading the good news possible. We have taken this charge seriously as Christians and have covered the globe as Jesus commanded us. But what happens when you run out of places where no one has boldly gone before? What happens when you get to the ends of the earth?
To speculate on the conclusion to the missionary journeys is not to suggest that we have actually yet brought the Gospel to every living soul, and so there is still work to be done, going farther and deeper. The world’s missionaries out there are not about to be suddenly unemployed. But it is to say, as the statistics of the United Bible Societies suggest, that at 90 percent Biblical coverage, we are approaching the end of that era. Our outer space is shrinking, at least the earthbound part. And so, what will God have us do next? Pour all of our resources into the space program so we can preach an Interplanetary Gospel? If the vision Christ gave the disciples is fulfilled, what vision comes next? Well, as the title of my sermon suggests, we may take our clue from the scientific world which has come up with a word to describe the counterpart to that aspect of our environment which is above ground, so to speak, which we call outer space. If outer space is everything from the edge of the atmosphere and beyond, inner space is that which is inside, that which is part of our biosphere. Inner space often refers to the oceans, what is under the surface, but the term can even include the workings of the human body. The Academy Award winning movie for Special Effects in 1987 was called Inner Space, about a man who was miniaturized and injected along with his microscopic ship into a human body. In a sense, inner space is that which we need to magnify to see because it is so close to us, while outer space is what we need to magnify because it is so far away.
As I said earlier, for the disciples, anything outside the Roman Empire was their outer space. And they went boldly. They fulfilled Christ’s vision for them. As you know, Thyatira is in the midst of a process to discern God’s vision for our church, and part of that process is understanding what “vision” is, and how it is different than mission, or identity. And in our passage from Acts this morning, we have an opportunity to explore that difference and what it means for Thyatira as a whole, and each of us in our daily journeys. And so let me say briefly that one of the things that characterizes a vision is that it is achievable, or at least believed to be achievable. A vision is not necessarily forever. You can actually get there. You can fulfill a vision, like you can fulfill a dream. And in Christian terms, when you fulfill a vision, you’re not done; you just get another one! The Israelites had a vision of arriving in the Promised Land. And when they did, they received a new vision of making it a beacon to all the nations: “Nations shall come to your light,” proclaims God through the prophet Isaiah, “Nations shall come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn.” In God’s good time, visions are fulfilled, and new visions extended. Perhaps we are at such a moment in the history of God’s people, that we are waiting for the new vision for our inner space, now that we have conquered, or nearly conquered, our outer space.
What will be inner space for Christians? Perhaps it will be those places closer to home that we neglected in our journey to outer space, like making our churches fully welcoming to the alien and the stranger in our own communities, as well as those in the lands to which we sent our missionaries. Maybe it will be the land itself we tend to next, as our focus on the “stewardship of the soul” permitted us to neglect the environment we walked across carrying the message. Maybe inner space will be the violence of our own homes, and the abuse and addiction that frequent not only the families of so-called heathens, but those of God-fearing Christians as well. Maybe that inner space will be silence; Mother Teresa said, “We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature -- trees, flowers, grass -- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.” Maybe inner space will be the Bible itself, for ourselves, when we really know it as well as we know the backs of our own hands. Maybe inner space will simply be the mundane, when we seek and embrace God’s Spirit and grace not just in adventure, but also in the everyday activities that make up the majority of the time we have been given.
Thyatira’s inner space has, I believe, already been partly defined. We know who we are and whose we are. We know we come from a long tradition of believers who possess love and faith, and practice service and patient endurance. This we have discerned already. It is our task now to recognize where and how, in this community, which includes ourselves, God is calling us to minister. It is not that we will become some kind of self-obsessed, isolationist congregation, that gives no thought to those elsewhere who have not yet heard God’s word of grace and hope, but rather a congregation that recognizes that there is still work to be done in Jerusalem, right where we are, in the inner space of Mill Bridge and our own hearts. In scientific terms, in terms of what is truly accessible to us as human beings, there is more inner space than outer space. Only a few astronauts and wealthy tourists rise above the stratosphere each year, and when they get there, there may be a lot to see, but there is no one to talk to, at least not yet. But within the sound of our voices shouted from our own rooftops are more people than we can imagine who are seeking what we have found. May God bless us with a vision for our inner space, as Christ did the early church for outer space, and the same Holy Spirit to be witnesses there. Amen.
Sunday, May 21, 2017
© Stacey Steck
Ok, if I don’t make mention of it, you’re all going to be thinking about it anyway. So let’s get our discomfort with the word “groping” out of our systems. We heard it in our passage, and it’s there as part of the title of my sermon. In our era of heightened awareness of sexual harassment and assault, the word “groping” has received a rather unfortunate reputation, and God forbid any of you should be a victim of it. But you’ve all groped around for your alarm clock to turn it off while still in the dark. You’ve seen movies where someone gropes for the doorknob trying to escape a smoke-filled room. You know the kind of groping we’ll be talking about, the desperate, blind, reaching for something we cannot see clearly. Usually, the original Greek word in our passage from Acts is translated as feeling something or touching it. In fact, it is used by Jesus himself at the end of the Gospel of Luke when the disciples are having a bit of a hard time believing he has been raised from the dead and so he says to them, “Look at my hands and my feet; see that it is I myself. Grope me and see; for a ghost does not have flesh and bones as you see that I have.” Of course, it doesn’t say, “Grope me,” but rather “Touch me,” and so you can get the idea. I don’t want to belabor the point too much, but the first letter of John begins by saying, “We declare to you what was from the beginning, what we have heard, what we have seen with our eyes, what we have looked at and touched (or groped) with our hands, concerning the word of life.” So get your minds out of the gutter, people!
What the Apostle Paul is referring to with the word grope, or touch, is the human apprehension of God, the knowing of God, the experience of God. He is speaking to people who are willing to worship, or at least build an altar to, an unknown god, which doesn’t really say too much for the gods that they supposedly already knew. Their gods are not generally the kind to be grasped, at least not in an authentic way. Maybe you remember the stories of some of those Greek gods, the kind who would hide their identity in order to trick their subjects and get what they wanted, that which they could not obtain for themselves without the help of mortals. These were gods who occasionally appeared to be human, for their own purposes, but who were only masquerading as human. It was to honor or placate these types of capricious gods that the citizens of Athens had built countless statues and altars and representations, so many that Paul found the experience of simply walking among the city a distressing one. That disturbance in his soul led him to debate in both the synagogue and the marketplace, and finally at the famous Areopagus, Mars Hill, as it is frequently called. The Areopagus was the place where the philosophers and leaders of Athens gathered to debate the affairs of the day. It was the clearinghouse for new ideas, and it was the novelty of what Paul was preaching that earned him his invitation. The idea of God becoming a real human being, and dying, and being raised from the dead was not the conversation about the divine that they were accustomed to hearing, and many mocked Paul, and so they brought him to the Mars Hill more to set him up to embarrass himself than to satisfy their intellectual curiosity.
Nevertheless, Paul makes the most of the situation and addresses this esteemed body of learned men, and subtly and skillfully lets them have it. He contrasts their many gods with his one God, their gods’ dependence on human beings with his God’s providence for human beings, their gods’ distance with his God’s closeness. “What therefore you worship as unknown, this I proclaim to you. The God who made the world and everything in it, he who is Lord of heaven and earth, does not live in shrines made by human hands, nor is he served by human hands, as though he needed anything, since he himself gives to all mortals life and breath and all things. From one ancestor he made all the nations to inhabit the whole earth, and he allotted the times of their existences and the boundaries of the places where they would live, so that they would search for God and perhaps grope for him and find him – though indeed he is not far from each of us.” Despite that last and wonderful claim of the nearness of God, it seems that few people that day understood the message, although some joined him.
It has frequently been noted that Paul gives two kinds of sermons in the book of Acts, one kind to the Jews in the synagogue and another kind to the Gentiles, the non-Jews, at places like Mars Hill. It’s the same message, of course, but offered in different ways for different audiences. In what we heard this morning, there is no recitation of the history of Israel and God’s promises leading to the coming of the Messiah, and in fact there’s no direct mention of Jesus Christ at all. Paul knows that not only do they worship unknown gods in Athens, but also that his God is unknown to them, and that he must start with the basics if they are to wrap their minds around the implications of what following the truly knowable God really means. He is trying to give some shape and texture to the God of Israel that goes beyond the shapes and textures of their images made of gold or silver or stone. That is why he quotes to them from their own poets rather than his own prophets, to let them know how close they are to reaching out and touching and knowing what was previously unknowable. God makes us, Paul is saying, not the other way around, and that makes all the difference in how we live our lives.
It has also been frequently noted just how much in common Paul’s audience at the Areopagus has with the world today, or at least the North American and European forms of it. Whereas once upon a time, virtually everyone in almost every corner of western society knew the story of Jesus, could recite the Lord’s Prayer and the Apostles’ Creed, and had a vocabulary that included words like Trinitarian, transfiguration, and transubstantiation, that reality can no longer be taken for granted, even in the church, much less the society at large. Just as Paul’s preaching was derided as “babbling,” because it was unknown, so now often is the story of the Christian faith considered babbling because fewer and fewer people know that story, and because those of us that do know it tend to tell it again and again as if there existed the same common vocabulary and worldview there once was. We preach Paul’s message to the Jews to Paul’s audience of the Gentiles. One of the most important things for us to learn from this sermon of Paul’s in Athens is not what it says about God, but what it says about communicating God.
I am as guilty of this as anyone. I speak three languages: English, Spanish, and Presbyterian. I’d make a lousy evangelist, mainly because I don’t speak the language. My vocabulary about Jesus has a lot, maybe too many, three and four syllable words, and although there’s nothing in and of itself wrong with using big words, they aren’t going to get me very far in giving shape and texture to Jesus Christ among those who do not speak the same religious language. And so I thank God that there are other ways of communicating God besides using the vocabulary of the languages I speak. And one of those other ways is allowing myself to be groped for God. Get your minds out of the gutter, people!
Yes, there is more than one way to learn something, a lesson both learned, and taught well, by Helen Keller. For those of you who may not remember her story, Helen Keller was born a perfectly healthy child in Alabama in the late 1800s, but lost both her sight and her hearing at the age of nineteen months after she contracted what was probably meningitis. From then, until she was seven years old, she lived in a dark and silent world in which she grew increasingly frustrated and angry for her inability to express herself. She made life miserable for her parents with her temper tantrums about which they could do virtually nothing. In a sense, both she and them were searching, groping, hoping to find a way to connect with one another, to know one another, to love one another, much like Paul describes the human search for the God who has made us, and who, he reminds us, has allotted the times of our existence and the boundaries of where would live. Those are the limits God has given us so that we might recognize that there is something more out there, that our time is not infinite, and that our roads have ends, and be provoked to reach out our hands and try to grab hold of what really lasts, and know the unknowable.
When she was seven years old, Helen Keller received the gift of sight, not by what she could see with her eyes, but in the person of Anne Sullivan, who was to both teach her how to communicate, and to remain her lifelong friend and companion. You probably remember the story of how Anne would use her fingers to sign the letters of a word into one of Helen’s hands, while her other hand would touch to object she was learning about. Their breakthrough came as Anne spelled the word water in one hand while Helen felt the rush of a stream in the other. And that moment opened a floodgate for Helen, whose world opened up once again. There was no turning back from that moment, and Helen Keller embraced life with the same vigor as the vengeance she had inflicted upon her family. She went on to do marvelous things, becoming a world-renowned lecturer and teacher. I think she also has something to teach us this morning. This is what she wrote in one of her books: “I have walked with people whose eyes are full of light, but who see nothing in wood, sea, or sky, nothing in city streets, nothing in books. What a witless masquerade is this seeing!…When they look at things, they put their hands in their pockets. No doubt that is one reason why their knowledge is often so vague, inaccurate, and useless. We differ, blind and seeing, one from another, not in our senses, but in the use we make of them, in the imagination and courage with which we seek wisdom beyond our senses.”
Like those who heard Paul at the Areopagus, not everyone will take their hands out of their pockets to touch and feel the world, and to receive the wisdom it has to offer. But, as we hear at the end of our story, “some of them joined him and became believers, including Dionysius the Areopagite and a woman named Damaris, and others with them.” There are those who are desperate to know the knowable God, if they but had something to lay their hands on to know it. Helen Keller had no words, but she had Anne Sullivan to grope, someone through whom she could experience the world more clearly than those with all their senses intact. This is what Paul is trying to say about Jesus Christ, that he is the way we know God, he is what we take into our hands to understand love and grace and mercy and generosity. The contours of his life and his death and his resurrection give shape to our understanding of the God in whom “we live and move and have our being,” the one who is not far from each one of us. And who are we now but Christ’s body, present and available for the world?
Sometimes our words about Jesus fall on deaf ears, either because we have not learned the right language or because those to whom we speak have become so jaded and cynical that no mere words can break through to them. That is when, if we are to become evangelists, to make known the knowable God at places like Mars Hill or the supermarket or the school or the side of the road, we must be willing to be groped for God, to let people grab hold of our lives to experience the living Christ. We must be the ones who spell it out with our fingers when our mouths are useless, with our love when our words have too many syllables, with our giving when we have nothing left to say, even with our very lives when our speech is prohibited. Blessed be doubting Thomas who was able to touch Jesus’ hands and side to know he was come again in flesh and blood, as a man, and not as a ghost. Blessed be Helen Keller who was able to touch Anne Sullivan’s hands and know she was not alone in the world. And blessed be all who come to know God by touching our lives as they are lived in faithfulness to the God we have come to know, and who has made us the body of Jesus Christ to the world. Amen.
Sunday, May 07, 2017
© Stacey Steck
When there is a natural disaster overseas, the calls goes out for aid and the Christian virtue of charity kicks in. Generous people clean out their closets and garages, bring their donations to the receiving area. The goods are packed into shipping containers and sent abroad to the survivors of earthquakes, hurricanes, or typhoons. People are helped, lives are saved. It’s a good thing. But there’s a dark side to this kind of generosity, and it has mostly to do with the language barrier. You see, some things just don't translate. I saw this first hand in Nicaragua back in the 90s. As I was walking through a community that had been impoverished by a recent hurricane, I came upon a man making his way through the mud in his bare feet. He was, to put it nicely, rather rotund, big-bellied in a way that suggested the relief workers had brought beer rather than clothing. And as we neared one another, I could see the words boldly emblazoned on his newly received tank top which proudly read: Bun in the Oven! Yes, sometimes there are unintended consequences of our good deeds.
This morning’s story of the new community of believers gathering together regularly for worship and fellowship and food paints for us a picture of a kind of generosity that the world needs more of. It’s that vision of sharing and caring that is responsible for our acts of charity when disaster strikes in Bangladesh, or when a member of the community enters hospice or has a car accident, or when a beloved pet goes wandering off. We pitch in and help, however we can, bringing our casseroles, or our deviled eggs, or simply our prayers, whatever we can offer to someone in need. And sometimes there are unintended consequences. The disciples found that out. “And day by day, the Lord added to their number those who were being saved.” I doubt that’s what they had in mind as they “spent much time in the temple, broke bread at home and ate their food with glad and generous hearts.” It wasn’t a plan to attract followers to Jesus. It was just what took place naturally as they lived the days following the discovery of an empty tomb and the tongues of fire on Pentecost. And people noticed. They must have stood out in Jerusalem like a big-bellied Nicaraguan wearing a “Bun in the Oven” tank top, something you just don’t see every day, but which could only have come about by divine generosity. By simply breaking bread together, they bore witness to the community that God had created. By simply breaking bread together, they were sharing the hopes and dreams that God had brought forth out of them. And who wouldn’t want to come to a party like that?
We’re in the season of the empty tomb, the mystery of death becoming life, of transformation, of blessing. I’ve seen a lot of images of the empty tomb (like the one above) and I don’t know if that’s exactly what Jesus’ tomb would have looked like, but I sure hope it did, because it reminds me of a brick oven with its door wide open, the kind you make pizza in, or the kind you make a real hearth-baked artisan bread in. And what was it that Jesus said about himself? “I am the bread of life.” Just what was God cooking during those three long and lonely nights Jesus was in the tomb? Something to be broken, something to be shared, something to draw people together. Something to transform the world.
If you think about it, bread making is actually a pretty bruising exercise, if you’re the yeast, wheat, and water. Between the mixing, the kneading, and the dividing, by the time the loaf is placed in the oven, it’s been worked over pretty well. It’s kind of like a broken body placed in a tomb. But once inside, with heat applied, it is transformed, and what was a soggy, lifeless mass of ingredients becomes a delicious, life-giving loaf that feeds the body and the spirit. The Romans may have put the scourged, mutilated Jesus into the tomb, but it was God who turned on the fire and in that unknown and unexpected moment, when he was good and brown, reached in and took him out and offered him up to the world.
Maybe you’ve never thought about yourself in that way, but it’s true for you too. You’ve been in God’s oven. You’ve been in the tomb. You’ve been a soggy, lifeless mass you thought could never amount to anything. You’ve sinned. You’ve been sinned against. You’ve left you mark on others and they’ve left it on you. You’ve been mixed up, kneaded, divided in two, bruised, battered, scorned, and left for dead. But here you are. In church this morning. About to taste again the bread of life.
As you come to the table again, maybe you feel undercooked, half-baked, or stale, a little doughy or crusty, maybe even burnt to a crisp, but you don’t have to be perfect to be a blessing. I’m sure the bread the disciples broke wasn’t anything special, but it didn't have to be. It just had to be broken. And that’s what they were doing. They were letting themselves be broken for others the way Christ was broken for them. They shared themselves the way Christ shared himself. They took what God brought out of the empty tomb and didn’t keep it for themselves but shared with those who were hungry. And that’s all we need to do too. We just have to let ourselves be blessed, broken, and given for God to work through us. And imagine the divine unintended consequences of that!
Making bread takes patience. You can’t rush it. It has its own pace. It doesn’t rise when you snap your fingers. It makes you wait. But God is patient, and God has lots of other things to do while we are rising and falling, being shaped and prepared to be shared. As we prepare our hearts and minds for Communion, let me invite you to see how God is at work in your life through the images of this little video about the divine art of making bread
Friends, you are God’s bun in the oven. Let us break bread together. Amen.