"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, January 10, 2015

An Episcopalian Reflects on the Creation Museum


Genesis 1:1-5
Psalm 29
Acts 19:1-7
Mark 1:4-11


Father in heaven, who at the baptism of Jesus in the River Jordan proclaimed him your beloved Son and anointed him with the Holy Spirit: Grant that all who are baptized into his Name may keep the covenant they have made, and boldly confess him as Lord and Savior; who with you and the Holy Spirit lives and reigns, one God, in glory everlasting. Amen.


          Two giant angels clothed in white danced in front of me, as I watched clouds of stars swirl in the empty darkness of space. As the angels moved, my seat shook, and I heard a loud boom like a jet engine. As the waves of the primordial sea crashed all around me, strong jets of cold water squirted into my face, as if they were aimed right at my glasses. Was I dreaming? Caught up in an ecstatic vision of the creation of the universe? No, I was watching an interactive show at the Creation Museum in Northern Kentucky, and I was very unhappy with this baptism into the mysteries of creationism. There was something about this film presentation, with its condescending argument for a literal interpretation of Genesis, that made me feel as if I were being spit upon and purposefully blinded by this water, rather than drawn into the reality of the creation story.
Yes, last Saturday, I accompanied my curious adult children to the Creation Museum. The multimillion dollar museum is the brainchild of “New Earth Creationists.” They believe that the universe was created in six literal days and is only about six thousand years old. They believe that Adam and Eve lived with dinosaurs in the Garden of Eden, and that dinosaurs accompanied Noah on the Ark. They believe that Charles Darwin and, really, most modern scientists, are deluded at best. Most of all, they believe that holding fast to an unyieldingly literal interpretation of the first chapters of Genesis is the only way for humans to keep a strong faith in Jesus Christ and to live as true Christians. Their organization is called, “The Answers in Genesis,” and it is indeed in Genesis that they find all of the answers to life’s questions.
I could spend my whole sermon time today mocking the exhibits at the Creation Museum. It would be an easy way to get some laughs, and it would certainly make us feel superior and happy with our own enlightened minds. I am going to try to resist the temptation, however, even if the lectionary did hand the reading from Genesis 1 to me today on a platter.  I don’t think that it hurts me to remember that, with these Christians who built a showpiece to “New Earth Creationism,” I actually do share a love for the creation story. I believe that it can speak to us today. Instead of totally poking fun, we could perhaps try to find some common ground.
First, we both believe that Genesis 1 tells us that God creates order out of chaos. Hear a close Hebrew translation of the first verse of our scriptures: “When God was about to create heaven and earth, the earth was a chaos, unformed, and on the chaotic waters’ face there was darkness.”[1] We human beings can all relate to chaos and darkness. The ancient Israelites wrote down this account of creation during the chaotic years of the Babylonian exile, after the tumultuous and frightening destruction of their city, of their Temple, and of their whole way of life. “At least the orderly succession of day and night remains the same,” the priestly writers must have thought in their exile. “At least the order of light and dark, winter and summer, land and sea can’t be taken away from us.[2]” Today, too, as we face chaos in our lives and in our world, there is something about the rhythm of the days and the seasons the comforts us. There is something about sitting at the sea shore and watching the waves touch the sand, or counting the rings in the trunks of a tree stump, or tracing the symmetry of a seashell or a butterfly wing, that brings order to our anxious minds.
It is reassuring to trust in the mighty ordering power of God. At the Creation Museum, they too make a big deal about the chaos of the modern world. As visitors walk through dark tunnels filled with grim images of crime, drugs, murder, pornography, abandoned church buildings, and unruly teenagers, signs preach that all of this disorder has come about through the specific abandonment of a literal belief in the story of Creation. For these Christians, the first chapters of Genesis are somehow the firm structure that holds chaos at bay. They cling with all their being to the black and white words on the pages of the Bible.
While I fear chaos as much as anyone, I find my comfort, instead, in God’s ongoing creation. For me, Creation was not something that God did once 6000 years ago in the short span of six days. What is important to me is that God continues to order and sustain creation, even now. God continues to send God’s strong, ordering Spirit into our chaotic world. Indeed, in Mark’s Gospel, we see God’s Spirit come down to earth again at Jesus’ baptism. Mark is deliberately echoing Genesis when he describes Jesus going down into the dark, chaotic waters of the Jordan and emerging into the order of the light of day. In Jesus’ baptism, God’s loving and creating Spirit also swoops back down to earth from the heavens. I was interested to learn that the “tear” in the heavens that Mark describes is not, in Greek, a dove-sized door of some kind that will close up again as soon as the baptism is over. The Greek word refers to an opening that will keep heaven and earth in permanent communion.[3] In Jesus, God begins God’s “new creation:” A creation in which God has permanently joined heaven and earth. Our Christian struggle is not to fight reason and scientific discovery in order to remain true to an ancient story. Our Christian struggle is rather to fight our own despair and apathy in order to keep alive the promise of our Christian hope:  hope that the continued ordering power of God’s justice will one day put an end to all of the disorder in our world.
Secondly, the Creationists and I would agree about the importance of God's Word. In the creation stories of Israel’s neighbors, the world comes into being through warfare among the gods. The Babylonian creation story, for example, describes how the goddess Tiamat is brutally slaughtered by her rebellious children in the process of creating the world.  The Hebrew Scriptures, in contrast, tell us that God peacefully speaks the world into being. Made in God’s image, we human beings create with language, too. We give birth to beauty and wisdom with our words. And yet we create hurt and destruction, as well. I couldn’t help but think about the recent terror attacks in France as I reflected on the power of language this week. Human fundamentalists of all kinds will fight to the death to defend the holiness of divine words on the pages of a book. Other human beings can throw sharp words around like knives, with careless and hurtful abandon. Our God, however, creates and preserves not with violence, but through the deliberate use of the rational structure of language. In Genesis and again at Jesus’ baptism, God speaks, and that loving speech transforms. Today, God speaks through and in us. When the twelve new Christians were baptized in Ephesus, our reading from Acts tells us that the Holy Spirit gave them, too, the gift of words. At their baptisms, they were not given swords with which to conquer or super-powers with which to bring about instant change. They began to speak in tongues and to prophecy. Their new relationship with Jesus Christ opened their lips to speak the Good News of God’s love and justice: the Good News of love and justice that transforms creation.
One of my favorite poems is Christian Wiman’s “Every Riven Thing.” Wiman turns the phrase, “God goes belonging to every riven thing he’s made” in several different ways, emphasizing God’s presence with us in creation. That’s the ultimate answer to the chaos and tragedy of our lives, isn’t it? That God is with us. That God is with me and you and every living plant and creature on “this fragile earth, our island home.” That God loves every blade of grass and sustains every human breath. That God became flesh so that we might understand God’s love and join with God in tending God’s beloved creation. I believe that even the folks at the Creation Museum would probably agree with me in the truth of Wiman’s last stanza:
“God goes belonging to every riven thing. He’s made
The things that bring him near,
Made the mind that makes him go.
A part of what man knows,
Apart from what man knows,
God goes belonging to every riven thing he’s made.”[4]
 


[1] Translation taken from The Torah: A Women’s Commentary (New York: Women of Reform Judaism, 2008), 5.
[2] Richard Boyce, Genesis 1:1-5. Found in Feasting on the Word, Year B, Volume 4 (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press, 2008),  221.
[3] John Shea, Following Love into Mystery: The Spiritual Wisdom of the Gospels for Christian Teachers and Preachers (Collegeville, Minn: Liturgical Press, 2010), 65.
[4] Christian Wiman, Every Riven Thing, (New York: Farrar, Strauss and Giroux, 2010), 24-25.

Friday, January 2, 2015

Do I know that my redeemer lives?



Christmas 2B         


Jeremiah 31:7-14
Ephesians 1:3-6,15-19a
Luke 2:41-52
Psalm 84 


O God, who wonderfully created, and yet more wonderfully restored, the dignity of human nature: Grant that we may share the divine life of him who humbled himself to share our humanity, your Son Jesus Christ; who lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.


          “Tell me what to preach about this weekend!” I called out with a smile, as a small group of parishioners began their weekly lay-led Bible Study on Tuesday.  It wasn’t long before Lanier poked her head in my office.
“Redemption!” she cried out emphatically. “It’s all over the readings for this week, and none of us has a clue what it means. The only time that I have ever used that word involved Green Stamps.”
Many of us are indeed old enough to remember those S & H Green Stamps. As a child, I was in charge of collecting them for the family. After every trip to the grocery store or the gas station, I would carefully lick the small pale green rectangles that we received with our receipt and paste them into our “redemption book” with great satisfaction. When the pages were full enough, I would start nagging my mother to take the booklet to the “redemption center” to trade them in for treasures like a new blender or a radio.  For those of you who are too young to remember Green Stamps, you probably know about redemption from your Sky Miles account. You are saving up the number of miles that you earn with your travel and your credit card purchases and then redeeming them, or trading them in for a free flight or for a seat upgrade.
When we talk about redemption in religious terms, then, what on earth are we really saying? We use this redemption language all the time in church.
 Right before I began my sermon, I prayed to God, as “our strength and our redeemer.”
 “I know that my redeemer liveth!” we profess, with Job, in our funeral liturgies.
  “The Lord has ransomed Jacob, and has redeemed him from hands too strong for him,” proclaims the prophet Jeremiah in our first reading.
  “In Jesus Christ, we have redemption through his blood,” writes the author of our second reading to the Christians in Ephesus.
 Jesus has come to earth to redeem all of Creation,” we rejoice over and over again at Christmastime.
But what does it mean? Is Jesus trading us in for a new blender, or even for an upgraded human status? If so, where is the redemption center located? Is Jesus turning in his collection of “salvation miles” to God? Why would a Son have to pay his Father? Or is it the Devil who runs the redemption center!? I sure hope not! Is it really blood that we are collecting for redemption? That’s a gory thought. And how much blood do we need to collect before the trade? Believe me, theologians have talked themselves into corners trying to explain how this redemption metaphor works. I think that it is good language, but we need to relax a little bit first before we can hear the good news of it.
Take a deep breath. The language of redemption comes from the Hebrew Scriptures. In the ancient world, you could redeem a prisoner by paying a ransom to his captors. You could also legally redeem a piece of land by paying the debt on it. You could even redeem a woman! This is what happens in the biblical story of Ruth: her husband dies, and she finds Boaz, one of her husband’s next-of-kin. According to the law at the time, she convinces him to redeem her, taking her from the life of poverty and rejection that is the lot of the widow by making her his wife.
When the Hebrew Scriptures talk about God as redeemer, however, the metaphor moves away from the idea of involving a literal payment. Without any money exchanging hands, without any legal contracts being drawn up, God promises over and over to redeem the people of Israel. Take a look at our lesson from Jeremiah. Redemption here is described as a kind of liberation for the whole community: the blind, the lame, those who are normally excluded from the group, pregnant women, children, the weak, people from every corner of the land, all together. Together they will be lifted from the suffering that has oppressed them as an exiled and defeated people. God will release them from “hands too strong” for them to lift from their own hunched shoulders. And God will set them down to walk on smooth paths along brooks of water. The redeemed people will dance and sing together. Redemption in Jeremiah reminds me of singer Bob Marley’s “Songs of freedom, redemption songs.” It has the impassioned joy of a reggae beat.
I especially like Jeremiah’s image of the watered garden. “Their life shall be like a watered garden,” the prophet says of the redeemed community. I can see God bending over our tender shoots with a watering can in the early morning light. I can imagine God pouring the life-giving water of love and forgiveness deep into the tangled roots of our common humanity day after day. I can imagine us growing imperceptibly taller, faces turned toward the sun, branches intertwined and tendrils touching, more and more ready to bear fruit. In this image, God is redeeming us not by paying a lump sum of cash for us, but by tending us, by giving us what we need to grow together into what we are called to be, day after day.
I can also imagine Jesus as the bearer of this kind of divine redemption. We human beings are fragile plants, born today and gone tomorrow, tossed about and ripped by powerful winds too strong for us to bear. We react to our finitude by fearful attempts at self-preservation, building glass domes around our flowering beauty like the ones that St. Exupery’s Little Prince put over his beloved rose. We react to the powerful winds of our own coercion by taking power over others and sucking away the lives of the most vulnerable. Living lives of illusion and fear, we cut ourselves off from the living water of relationship with our Creator.[1] God, however, comes down into the garden with us in the face of Jesus. Jesus puts his whole trust in his Father’s love, even in the frightening presence of death. Jesus loves us more than he loves his own life. With Jesus, there is no protective glass dome. With Jesus, the life-sapping powers of this world hold no sway. He lives and dies as a part of the world, submitting to death at the hands of powerful oppressors. And yet he lives; he rises in glory. In his living, dying, and rising, Jesus rescues us from the mortally destructive illusions and fears that dominate and oppress us.[2] Jesus redeems us from the lie that we live alone in the desert. Jesus waters us with the life-giving truth of our unbreakable relationship with God. Christian redemption puts humankind back in right relationship with God. It trades in fear for love; it trades in coercion for love. It happens not in some river of blood but in the life-giving garden of the Christian community, all-inclusive community gathered around their crucified and Risen Lord.
When I used to redeem those Green Stamps as a kid, I was trading in intangible slips of paper for a tangible prize. When you redeem your Sky Miles, you redeem invisible numbers for a real-life vacation! When Jesus redeems us, he is trading in the slippery and intangible suffering of the human condition for the pure joy of renewed relationship with God and with one another. The tricky thing is that God’s freeing action involves us in the intricate process of relationship. We are not inanimate stamps or numbers. If we don’t come together to pray and sing praises to God—if we don’t come together to show love to our brothers and sisters on earth—then how will anyone know that we are redeemed? I look at our half-empty churches and wonder if the redeeming growth in our well-watered garden is now taking place somewhere in secret, under the soil. Between the “Nones” who reject organized religion, and the “Dones” who are bored with it, I wonder where to find the dancing, the radiance, the joy and merriment, the satisfaction with the bounty of the Lord that are the signs of a redeemed people? I am haunted by a song that St. James’ Cathedral in Chicago wrote for their stewardship campaign this fall.[3] To the tune of “Hello” from the musical “The Book of Mormon,” this clever video keeps repeating the phrase: “This church will change your life! This church will change your life!” Oh, that it may be so! Here at St. Thomas, and in all of our Christian communities. Redemption changes your life. And my life. And all of our lives together. I can define redemption for you, but it is up to us, as a community, to make it visible in the world.


[1] Based lightly on Edward Farley’s anthropology as described in his book,  Ecclesial Man, 1975.
[2] This is Mark McIntosh’s definition of redemption, as found in Divine Teaching (Malden, MA: Blackwell, 2008), 73.
[3] http://www.ecfvp.org/posts/hello-taking-the-mountain-to-mohammed/