"Do not be afraid; I am the first and the last, and the living one. I was dead, and see, I am alive forever and ever; and I have the keys of Death and of Hades. Now write what you have seen, what is, and what is to take place after this." Rev. 1:17-19.

Saturday, May 31, 2014

What is Eternal Life?



Acts 1:6-14
Psalm 68:1-10, 33-36
1 Peter 4:12-14, 5:6-11
John 17:1-11



O God, the King of glory, you have exalted your only Son Jesus Christ with great triumph to your kingdom in heaven: Do not leave us comfortless, but send us your Holy Spirit to strengthen us, and exalt us to that place where our Savior Christ has gone before; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, in glory everlasting. Amen.


In his farewell prayer for us, Jesus asks the Father to give us eternal life. “And this is eternal life,” he explains, “that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom you have sent.”
            When we hear the phrase “eternal life,” we tend to stand gaping and gazing into heaven, just like the disciples did as they watched Jesus rise into the mist on that first Ascension Day. “Eternal life,” must be up there with Jesus in the clouds, we think. It is beyond the Pearly Gates, the place where “pain and suffering will be no more, neither sighing but life everlasting.” We look forward to an Eternal Life, hand in hand with those whom we have loved and lost. We look forward to a changeless realm of light, tucked securely in the strong arms of a loving God, never to be cast away. We think of Eternal Life as something that we must wait for, and pray for, and long for someday, just as we wait and pray and long for Jesus to come back down from the sky.
Certainly, we do look forward to life in God’s presence after death. Certainly, we do look forward to Jesus’ bodily return to us on earth. According to John’s Gospel, though, Jesus tells us today that “Eternal Life” is ours right now in this world, as well. To have Eternal Life is to know God, he says, as God is revealed in Jesus Christ. Now, there are all kinds of knowing. We can “know” that two plus two is four. We can “know” our child’s favorite food. We can “know” the emotions that our friend is feeling after a hard day. And we can “know” one another in love. In John’s Gospel, knowing is the loving, not the intellectual, kind of knowing. To know God is not to know facts about Jesus, or to claim to read God’s mind, or to know in what year the world was created. For John, to know God is to be in relationship with God, just as we are in relationship with one another, just as Jesus is in relationship with the Father. Imagine the Trinity as a big silk parachute. The parachute drifts from the Father to the Son and back again, billowing out on the breath of the Spirit and wrapping around the world. When we enter into relationship with the Trinity, we enter into a complex web of relations, human and divine.
It’s easy to throw a bunch of poetry onto the page as we think about what it means to be in relationship with God. But how does it really work in the nitty gritty of our lives? If you ask me, we have enough trouble brokering our human relationships, without throwing God into the mix. This week, I have kept coming back to two stories of relationship—or lack thereof—that have haunted me as I have thought about our texts.
The first is the story of Elliott Rodger. I wept when I watched the 17-year-old killer in his final video, right before he began his shooting spree in Santa Barbara last week. You might have seen the video on TV or on the Internet.  I don’t want to excuse Elliott’s inexcusable actions, but I was struck by the loneliness and hurt curled like a wounded animal behind his overpowering hatred. In his mental illness, it seemed as if Elliott stood starving behind a Plexiglas window, smelling roast chicken and chocolate cake, watching others feast on a sumptuous meal of love, yet not knowing how to get on the other side of the glass. To top it off, it seems as if he turned to the peculiar web of relationship called the Internet for help, and the Internet led him astray. It counseled him to conflate love with sex. It taught him that human worth can be measured and compared and marketed like meat. Not understanding the true nature of relationship or how to get there, Elliott was obsessed with one thing:  to join the web of love that he saw around him everywhere he looked.
In thinking about Elliott, I thought about how we too often stand unwittingly behind all kinds of screens, as we look hungrily at the heavenly banquet that God prepares and serves, not able to figure out the way inside. In our relating, we twist and turn. We seek out, and we turn our backs. In one moment, we are lifting up our hearts, and in another we are hiding our faces. One day we open wide our minds or our arms, and the next day we pull down thick wooden shutters and turn out the lights. How do we have a relationship with a God who has no back to turn? With a God whose Love is so much deeper than what we can imagine? How do we have a relationship with a God we cannot see, with a Lord who has ascended into heaven and is no longer before our eyes and in reach of our hands? How many of us could make angry videos to God for the lack of loving presence that we feel from our Creator? How many of us are frustrated in our desire for a relationship with God, cursed by our own blindness to his presence? How much of our own understanding of relationship with God is as far from the mark as Elliott’s false beliefs about love?
The other person on my mind this week is 19-century celebrity, Laura Bridgman. I heard about her for the first time on NPR.[1] Long before Helen Keller was born, Laura lost four of her five senses to scarlet fever at the age of two. At age seven, Laura was taken from her family to the Perkins Institute in Boston as a science experiment: to see if a child so profoundly handicapped could be taught, or if she would spend her life isolated in her own wild and lonely world. Through touch, Laura learned relationship. By age 20, living at Perkins, Laura had learned to speak and write so brilliantly that she became famous all over the world. Can you imagine living in a world as isolated and as lonely as Laura’s? You live in totally silent darkness. You cannot express yourself in speech. You cannot taste food or smell your mother’s perfume. Talk about being shut out from the world! Yet, Laura found a relationship with God in Jesus Christ. Despite the teaching of her Deist mentor, who encouraged her to imagine God as a disengaged Creator, this lonely girl found meaning in a personal relationship with God—a God whose Love she knew only as warm, summer sunlight on her skin. Describing her upcoming Baptism, young Laura wrote, “I cannot hear [the pastor’s words] but I shall think of the words of the Savior …. I shall not be afraid.”[2]
On Ascension Day, as we stand rooted on the earth and gaze upward while the only face of God that we know vanishes from our sight, perhaps we are to realize that God’s Love breaks both the barriers that we erect and the barriers with which we are born, by infusing us from within, as our friend Jesus prays for us. Perhaps we know God in God’s loving knowledge of us. Lord, you have probed me, and you know me,” sings the Psalmist.[3] You are so familiar with all my ways that before I speak even a word, Lord, you know all about it already. . .  If I climb up to heaven, you are there; if I lie down in She’ol, you are there. If I fly away with the wings of the dawn and land beyond the sea, even there your hand would lead me, your right hand would hold me fast.” Perhaps we should rephrase Jesus’ words: “And this is life eternal, that we may know that we are known by You. That we may know You in the words of Jesus, words that penetrate like prayer the walls we erect, words that we then bring to life in others, words that cut through the darkness of our bones like the sunshine.


[1] A new book recently appeared on Laura Bridgman: What is Visible by Kimberly Elkins. An interview with the author can be found at: http://www.npr.org/2014/05/31/317642173/laura-bridgeman-a-pioneer-50-years-before-helen-keller.
[2]http://books.google.com/books?id=_GsX8DmDAUYC&pg=PT341&lpg=PT341&dq=laura+bridgman%27s+faith&source=bl&ots=HNipzEXalE&sig=1HhaO21kONstQs7FlC9P2yS2vGY&hl=en&sa=X&ei=S-6JU4v-E9ipyASpy4LAAg&ved=0CF8Q6AEwCg#v=onepage&q=laura%20bridgman%27s%20faith&f=false
[3] Psalm 139

Saturday, May 24, 2014

St. Paul at the Speed



        

Acts 17:22-31
Psalm 66:7-18
1 Peter 3:13-22
John 14:15-21



O God, you have prepared for those who love you such good things as surpass our understanding: Pour into our hearts such love towards you, that we, loving you in all things and above all things, may obtain your promises, which exceed all that we can desire; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.


        St. Paul crosses the quadrangle on the U of L campus, with the University President, the chair of the Religion Department, a gaggle of science professors in lab coats, and a FOX News crew in tow. Curious about a Jew with a full beard, Roman robes and such an impressive escort crossing their campus, students begin to latch onto the parade as it cuts through the Ekstrom Library. The students crane their necks to see and yet wear wry smiles of indifference, just in case this whole thing turns out to be some kind of  joke. What a sight they all make, striding together through the high shelves of books, the collected knowledge of the ages surrounding them on all sides. Passing through a back door, they are out in the bright sunshine again. They cross the grassy lawn behind the Speed Museum before slipping into the art museum’s main hall. As in the Library, the group grows silent in the hallowed spaces of the museum, and you can hear the echo of Paul’s sandals slapping on the polished marble floors. The crowd is full of anticipation, wondering what a first-century Christian apologist could possibly say in 2014 that would be meaningful to this erudite group, many of whom certainly are not Christian. It is rather like bringing Bill Nye the Science Guy into the auditorium of the Creation Museum to explain the origins of the universe! But St. Paul seems unfazed. In this temple of ancient and modern art assembled for our edification, for understanding the human condition and spirit, the Apostle to the Gentiles begins to speak to Louisville’s intellectual elite.
          What would he have said, do you think? My feeling is that, if St. Paul really came to the Speed, his discourse would be very similar to what he said to the curious Athenian intellectuals in today’s reading from Acts. After all, aren’t our university libraries and art museums our “Areopagus,” the place where new ideas are born, discussed and tried? Aren’t our libraries and museums the places where books, paintings, and statues are reverently collected, like the statues of the gods lining the square in Athens, in an attempt to inspire us to deeper self-knowledge, to lead us into deeper truth about the world? Atheist Alain de Botton even wrote not long ago that museums should take the place of churches, propagandizing “on behalf of ideas like kindness, love, faith and sacrifice,” using “pretty things to change us.”[1]
          I imagine that St. Paul would have looked straight into the eyes of all of the curious “nones,” the “spiritual but not religious” who thirst for truth but do not find it in the churches, and he would have appealed to their longing for the Unknown God. As an agnostic eighth-grader, I read James Michener’s novel The Source, a thousand-page epic spanning the entire history of the Holy Land. Somewhere in that novel, I remember a passage about the “altar to the unknown God” of the Athenians. Forty years later, I still remember how my doubting heart lifted as I thought about the hopeful option of worshiping a God I didn’t know. I thought for the first time about a God bigger than anything I could imagine, a God bigger than the “old grandpa on a cloud” God at my church, a God bigger than the doctrines that seemed so silly to me. I could sense the Unknown God in the beautiful music that I loved. I could see this God in the wondrous art that I was discovering for the first time. I could sense this God outdoors in the pounding ocean waves or in the amazing intricacies of a sea-shell’s patterns. What I didn’t know as an eighth-grader was the origin of the Athenian altar to the unknown god. Some scholars believe that the altar to which Paul refers was one of many altars raised in an ancient attempt to propitiate the imagined anger of a god who might have gotten left out of the pantheon after a terrible plague was killing half of the population.[2] But I’m pretty sure that even that unknown God would have pleased my young mind. I didn’t like my doubts. I wanted to believe as fully as I thought that a good little girl should. The altar to the Unknown God that I raised in my heart was also perhaps an attempt to make peace with the love that my intellect just could not give to the God that I knew.
          Now of course, as a priest, I can see the other side. I can identify with pastor Lillian Daniel who wrote several years ago about her frustration with the “spiritual but not religious.” I too have worn my collar on one too many airplane flights where the person next to me wants to tell me that he doesn’t go to church but is definitely a spiritual person. Complains Daniel:
Such a person will always share this as if it is some kind of daring insight, unique to him, bold in its rebellion against the religious status quo. Next thing you know, he’s telling me that he finds God in the sunsets. These people always find God in the sunsets. And in walks on the beach. Sometimes I think these people never leave the beach or the mountains, what with all the communing with God they do on hilltops, hiking trails and … did I mention the beach at sunset yet? Like the people who go to church don’t see God in the sunset [too]![3]

Paul does not attack the spiritual but not religious, however. Paul speaks to them where they are. Paul starts with the Creator of all that is, the God who made this beautiful world and all that is in it. He quotes the poets that his spiritual listeners know and love and sings the praises of the God of the beach and of the sunsets. At the Speed, I think that Paul would have pointed to a beautiful work of art and talked about how its beauty or its truth points to the beauty and truth of God, poured out into creation, just as the artist pours herself into what she creates. Paul would have blessed the longings that arise in all of our hearts wherever we catch glimpses of the “More” that we so desperately desire, even when we can’t name it.
Paul, however, does not stop with what is called “natural theology.” He doesn’t stop with the God of beaches and sunsets and paintings. Paul slowly and gently pushes past what comes easy to the intellect. At the Speed, perhaps he leads the crowd through the galleries and over to one of those medieval wooden altar pieces. Perhaps he points to scenes that show a little baby with golden halo lying in a manger, a compassionate teacher healing the blind, and a tortured victim on a cross. The God who was unknown is now known, he tells us, pointing to these images of Jesus. In him, we see the face of God. We can’t just admire him in this museum, however. In Jesus, God is calling us to “a radical life-change. He has set a day when the entire human race will be judged and everything set right. And he has already appointed the judge, confirming him before everyone by raising him from the dead.”[4]
“Aww man! Really?!” mutters half of the audience in the Speed. “He had everybody in the palm of his hand. He was sounding so profound! Why did he have to go and ruin it with this wild resurrection and old judgment stuff?!” As in Athens, I imagine that most of Paul’s Louisville audience then wanders off, shaking their heads. Some mock. Others say politely, “This was interesting, but we will listen to you another time concerning this [resurrection] matter. Right now, we’re going to check out some more paintings.”
In eighth grade, I liked the Good News of the Unknown God precisely because it did not require anything of me. It didn’t require my introverted heart to love my neighbor; it didn’t challenge my reason with the strange cry that death can lead to eternal life; it didn’t make me spend my spare time volunteering in the community; it didn’t ask me to put up with and join the kids in Sunday School who made fun of me or the youth pastor who got on my nerves. The Good News of Jesus Christ, however, requires all of those things, and Paul is not afraid to proclaim that Gospel. The face of the God that we see in Jesus Christ is clear both in its particularity and in its call to restorative life in community with one another.
What I didn’t know in my eighth grade innocence is that the Unknown God is fun to ponder and to discuss in philosophy class, but the Incarnate God is the only one who knows the pain of the world enough to transform it. The generative power of God creates the art, the artist and his world, but only the broken power of Jesus crucified and raised can set the world aright. Without the terrible scandal of the Gospel, the truth of the museums and the sunsets cannot move us beyond individual enlightenment. Without the scandal of the Gospel, the Church, too, will become a museum. Jesus won’t let us sell ourselves short in building altars to an Unknown God. Jesus promises the community that he leaves behind:  "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.” Follow Paul out of these halls of human achievement. Leave the lifeless collection of things that you create in your search for me. And you will see me, the Incarnate God, in the streets and the homes where you serve in my Name. 


[1] Rachel K. Ward, “Altar to an Unknown God: In Response to Alain de Botton,” February 28, 2012. Found at http://theotherjournal.com/churchandpomo/2012/02/28/altar-to-an-unknown-god-in-response-to-alain-de-botton/
[2] William Barclay, The Acts of the Apostles (Louisville: Westminster/ John Knox Press, 2003), 154.
[3] Lillian Daniel, “Spiritual But Not Religious? Please Stop Boring Me,” September 13, 2011. Found at http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lillian-daniel/spiritual-but-not-religio_b_959216.html.
[4] Eugene Peterson, The Message, Acts 17:30-31.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

God's Stone Mansion: A Short Homily for Children and Families at Jazz on the Grass



Acts 7:55-60
Psalm 31:1-5, 15-16
1 Peter 2:2-10
John 14:1-14



Almighty God, whom truly to know is everlasting life: Grant us so perfectly to know your Son Jesus Christ to be the way, the truth, and the life, that we may steadfastly follow his steps in the way that leads to eternal life; through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord, who lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.



Children, I have a job for you to do today. Every time you hear the word “stone” in our readings, I would like for you to pick up two stones from this pile and collect them on the ground in front of you. Then during the sermon, I want for you to use all of the stones to build a wonderful mansion, a lovely house, right on this brick here. The brick is your cornerstone. It will hold your building together. Remember, use all the stones to build one mansion. No fair each building your own little thing. I need for all of you to work together to build ONE. OK?
(Then to the adults):
My father, a NASA scientist, believed that the “many mansions” that Jesus prepares for us, are distant worlds filled with extra-terrestrial life. Most of us might think ourselves adventurous in populating Jesus’ heavenly rooms with people of different cultures or even different religions, but my father imagined the heavens to be full of even more exotic life-forms, extending out into space. The men and women in his Sunday School classes, back in the exciting days of the Apollo program, used to eat up his visions of worlds far from our island home, the earth, and there was standing room only in his lectures at our Presbyterian church in Houston. But for me, I was somewhat frightened of the cosmic scale of the divine mansions that he built in my imagination. They were too distant, too tentative, too cold, and too dark. I ran into a quote from Pascal and tacked it up on the little bulletin board next to my desk: “The eternal silence of the infinite spaces frightens me.” I was looking for homier, cozier rooms in the house of my God.
Reading today’s Gospel closely, I think that Jesus would have agreed with me. John tells us that it is the person of Jesus himself, not just a heaven far off in time or space, that is God’s residence. God dwells in Jesus of Nazareth: Jesus is “in the Father” and the Father is in him. Jesus is the face of God on earth. “Whoever has seen me has seen the Father,” Jesus explains to the disciple Philip. The reason that the disciples should know the way to God’s place is that they have already been there—indeed, they are there—as they interact with Jesus himself, as they watch him welcome sinners and eat with them, as they watch him heal what is broken, as they watch him calm the storm and give sight to the blind. Moreover, for John, physical location is a symbol of relationship. Poor Thomas is looking for GPS directions to a physical place where he can find Jesus, but Jesus is speaking metaphorically. He is trying to describe in poetic language an interlocking net of relationship between him and God and humankind. The “rooms” or “dwelling places” in God’s mansion are “resting places”--“abiding places” where we can be in relationship with God, as closely as Jesus is in relationship with Him.[1]
I recently read about Huguette Clark, an heiress with “many mansions.” She grew up in the largest house in New York City, a dwelling with 121 rooms for a family of four.[2] She owned several mansions all over the country, yet she did not live in any of them. She became a recluse, and when she died at age 104, she had lived for twenty years in a hospital room, although she was not ill. There is a picture book that has just been published, filled with photos of lavish but empty, untouched rooms and portraits of a lonely, wistful-looking girl. The book is called: “Empty Mansions.”[3] Clark’s lifeless mansions are the opposite of God’s mansions that Jesus is describing in our Gospel. Clark’s life is a story of failed relationships and intolerably empty spaces. The life that Jesus is offering us in our Gospel lesson is a life of deep relationships, purpose, and fullness. Jesus’ promise is that, as we follow Him in reaching out in love to every human being, in healing, in welcoming, in prayer, in doing the will of the Father …. then we will no longer roam rootless through the earth, hungry for home. We will no longer roam rootless through the cold, vast expanse of interstellar space, either, for that matter. Instead, we will become the stones brought together as God’s mansion, secured by Christ, our Cornerstone, and as tightly in relationship with one another as the stones in the mansion that our children have built for us today.
Children, what will happen if you take away the big brick, the cornerstone, from underneath your mansion? (It will fall.) What will happen if you take out any of the stones from inside the walls? (It will fall.) We are the stones. Christ is the cornerstone. All are indispensable and intertwined. Abide in one another. Become the living place that Jesus prepares for the life of the world.


[1] See the New Interpreter’s Bible, Volume IX, “Luke-John,” 740-41.
[2] http://www.amazon.com/dp/0345534522/
                [3] http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/05/15/huguette-clark_n_5322909.html?cps=gravity