"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, October 20, 2012

Thumbs Up



         Did you see the story about 13-year-old Lane Goodwin on Facebook perhaps, or in Friday’s paper? The Courier-Journal headline read, “Youngster who inspired ‘Worldwide Miracle’ dies.” Lane had a rare form of childhood cancer, and like many people do, his parents had created a Facebook page to keep friends and relatives updated on his daily struggle to beat the disease. One picture that they posted showed Lane, a fragile, thin boy with beautiful blonde hair and trusting eyes, smiling and giving a “thumbs up” sign of confidence and hope, even as the cancer was filling his body. A stranger was moved by the picture to create a “Thumbs Up for Lane” Facebook page that soon went viral on the Internet, as people all over the world connected with the little boy’s courageous gesture and sent pictures of themselves responding with their own “thumbs up” sign. Movie stars, sports figures, and even an entire stadium at a Western Kentucky University football game responded in a huge outpouring of solidarity and hope. When Lane realized the wide scope of the response and the attention that his photo was bringing to raising money to fight childhood cancers, the young teen, who knew that he would soon die, told his parents, “This is what’s going to find a cure … This is what we have always prayed for … Childhood cancer is all going to go away.”[1]
          Through Lane’s courage in the face of great physical suffering and his loving concern for others who suffer from disease, God issued a Facebook call to all of us, as he does to Job, to “gird up our loins like a man”—to see and to fight for new divine possibilities where none seem to exist. Lane’s picture put a new face on sickness and death, and that new face spread across the globe, lighting up other faces with hope and awareness, just like strings of newly lit Christmas lights that spread out from tree to tree and building to building, until the night sky sparkles.
          As it does all of us, suffering has made Job turn inward and has blinded him to the joy and wonder of life. He longs to return to the darkness of his mother’s womb or to the emptiness of death. He has lost all hope, begging God to let him go, “never to return, to the land of gloom and deep darkness, the land of gloom and chaos.” (Job 10:21-22) In the section of the story that we read today, God finally responds to his suffering servant Job, descending upon him with awesome, terrifying power and bombarding him with a deafening series of rhetorical questions. While it might seem from the verses in our lectionary text that God’s booming voice is bent merely on grinding poor Job down into dust, a careful reading of the whole chapter shows that God is instead reframing the way that Job sees the world. God is taking “thumbs up” pictures of the foundations of the earth, the depths of the sea, the lights of the heavens, the depths of the netherworld, the tumult of the weather, and the splendor of the animal kingdom, and God is bombarding Job’s inner “inbox” until it bursts open with the powerful possibilities poured into Creation through God’s ever-generative abundance.
          The power of the snapshots that God assembles to create this panoramic vision of the splendor and vastness of life[2] in chapter 38 is remarkable, but I believe that our lectionary leaves out the most striking example of what I am talking about here. In verse 25, God asks Job: “Who has cut a channel for the torrents of rain, and a way for the thunderbolt, to bring rain on a land where no one lives, on the desert, which is empty of human life, to satisfy the waste and desolate land, and to make the ground put forth grass?” As Samuel Balentine explains, God irrigates and brings to life the desolate wasteland with a surge of divine water, even though no one lives there to use the gift.[3] Irrigating an empty desert certainly seems to us to be a waste of time and energy! Yet even the wilderness sends its thumbs up picture to Job, proclaiming the potential for life that our prodigal God can sustain there. For if God chooses to sustain life in the desert, can God not also sustain life in the barrenness of human suffering?
          God’s powerful affirmation of life in the face of our affirmation of death is a wake-up call for all of us human beings, not just for those of us who suffer from pain or disease. As a matter of fact, I heard Lane’s story and God’s answer to Job as a striking call to us this week as we begin to talk about Stewardship. The cares, concerns, and humdrum realities of our lives often reduce the expanse of our vision almost as much as extreme suffering does. When we are focused in on controlling our own problems, small or great, it is so easy to forget the abundant grace that our Creator pours out upon us every day. As I learn more about serving as the rector of a parish, I have become aware that my desire for competence and success, my drive for us to “do things right,” to plan and to strategize and to make progress—all those things can act as blinders, blinders to God’s magnificently open and panoramic vision, blinders that limit joy and love, blinders that don’t let me see that water is flowing in the wilderness. What is it that keeps your own vision narrow? Is it the physical pain of illness or age? Is it depression or spiritual desolation? Is it a certain rigid understanding of what church is supposed to be? Is it a goal that you want St. Thomas to pursue, something that you think just has to be done before you can fully participate in and give yourself to the life of the parish?
          Listen to the words attributed to Archbishop Oscar Romero, the martyred Salvadorean priest. They speak to us like God from the whirlwind:
          “The kingdom is not only beyond our effort
It is even beyond our vision.  
          We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction
          Of the magnificent enterprise that is God’s work…
          No statement says all that could be said.
          No prayer fully expresses our faith …
          No program accomplishes the church’s mission.
          No set of goals and objectives includes everything…
          We plant the seeds that one day will grow.
          We water seeds already planted,
          Knowing that they hold future promise…
          We may never see the end results…
          We are workers, not master builders …
          We are prophets of a future not our own.”[4]

          Before we fill out our pledge cards, before we hunch over our calendars to figure out how much time we have to give to God in 2013, before we hunker down over our checkbooks to figure out how much money we might have left over at the end of each month to give to God’s work at St. Thomas, let’s pray for the gracious abundance of Almighty God to knock us out of darkness into light. Joining the miracle of Creation, the miracle that brings water to an uninhabited desert and hope to the death of a 13-year-old boy, may every one of us gird up our loins like a warrior, standing strong against any dark smallness that would limit God’s free action in this place. Look up at the infinity of stars; squeeze the cool, loose soil from which we come and in which we will someday rest; admire the strong wings of the birds and the sleek coats of the deer; let the powerful wind sweep your soul clean. Only then let us pick up our pens and make our pledges a “thumbs up” to the needs of the world around us, a vehicle for divine possibility, a chance for God’s love to “go viral.”


[1] Emily Hagedorn, “Youngster who inspired ‘Worldwide Miracle’ dies,” Courier Journal, Friday, October 19, 2012.
[2] Robert  Alter, “Voice from the Whirlwind: God Answers Job in a Panoramic Vision,” http://www.jhom.com/topics/topics/voice/job.htm.
[3] Samuel Balentine, Job (Smyth and Helwys), 638.
[4] Cited in Michael Jinkins’ blog, “Thinking Out Loud,” October 17, 2012.

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