Sermon: Babel Undone

Sermon audio is available here: Babel Undone

If you were here last week, you will recall that we left things at a cliffhanger. How, we asked, is it possible for Jesus to be present with us to feed us? How is it possible that every Sunday we are called upward into God’s presence and forward into God’s future to participate in the life of Christ communicated to us through the sacraments? How is it possible that, having eaten at the Lord’s table, we are then sent to take that life into the world? This past week, I felt a little like the narrator in the old Batman TV show. Come back next week. Same bat time, same bat channel. Well here we are, next week has come, and you’ve come back.

You’ll recall that the answer to all these questions was embedded in part of Jesus’ departure speech in last week’s Gospel: “See, I am sending you what my Father promised.” Christ has ascended, and the first act after his coronation, the earthly echo of his exaltation, is to send the Holy Spirit upon the Church. Christ’s Ascent is verified by the Spirit’s descent.

The sending of the Spirit on the day of Pentecost is our Acts lesson this morning. Try to imagine being there. In the Upper Room. With the 120. Having been told by the risen Lord to wait, they had been. Worshipping in great joy. Worshipping in anticipation. And then, Sunday, at nine o’clock in the morning, heaven and earth, eternity and time, intersect. The taking up of the risen One is now complemented by the descent of his Spirit. True to his word, he has sent the Promise of the Father. The Spirit of God who will, the prophets of Israel said, would renew the face of all creation at the end time. We have quite a good depiction of the event in our Pentecost window. With the disciples praising God, arms upraised, the tongues of fire dancing above their heards. What that picture cannot capture, however, is just how noisy the scene is. Immediately, the Spirit inspires them to proclaim the Gospel (you will be my witnesses) in the languages of all those Jews who had come to Jerusalem for the festival (already, the implication is that the Gospel is going to explode beyond the borders of Palestine). What are we to see here? Three things.

First, the sending of the Spirit is the undoing of Babel. That is the story that is our Old Testament lesson today. The story of a human race united in culture and language and aim—to make a name for themselves by building a tower. By ascending—note that—on their own terms to the level of the divine. Humanity, it seems, has an inbuilt desire to become divine. We encounter this desire innocently expressed in the Garden, when the tempter says to the woman, eat the fruit and you shall be like one of the Gods. We find it less innocently expressed in our OT lesson, the story of Babel, where on the plains of Shinar, humankind decides to make a name. To build a tower into heaven.  To be joined with the divine.

Now, it is tempting here to get tangled in debates about what actually happened. Was this some sort of Ziggurat, the ancient near eastern structures similar to the Egyptian pyramids whose ruins we still see today? Probably. Was the entire human race really once so geographically limited, and to this place? Well, things get more thorny there. Fortunately, that’s not the point of the story. The point of the story is, even after the Flood, human beings are still hardwired both to seek after God and to insist on doing it their own way. Let us make for ourselves. Let us cross the barrier between creator and creation. Let us make him pay us heed. And God does. As humankind plans and plots to ascend, God descends. He confuses their languages and he scatters them.

At Pentecost, after the ascension of the one human to God’s right hand, God descends again. This time not to confuse our language, to separate and counfound and frustrate our utopian dreams, but to draw all languages into the saving scope of the Gospel.  To begin the exaltation of all humanity that was begun in the ascension of Jesus Christ. To create the space in which all human beings might ascend to their rightful place in a new creation. And because the Spirit descends to undo Babel, there is no language in which the Gospel cannot be proclaimed. On the contrary, it seems that, for the Gospel to be faithfully proclaimed, it must forever leave the language of its founder behind so that it can be told and re-told in many tongues. And that task—the task of translation and proclamation in the language of the people—continues up to today.

At Pentecost, God descends again. Not to scatter humankind across the globe, but to draw them together, Jew and Gentile, into one people. The drive to become divine that seems hardwired into us is planted there by God. But it will be realized not on our time and in our own power, but by the God who seeks us out in the sending of the Son, who finds us in the sending of the Spirit, who sends us in that Spirit. His Gospel—the sending of the Son to redeem the world—is the means that will undo Babel  And now, empowered by the Spirit, we have been sent to announce this Good News to all. The sending of the Spirit is the undoing of Babel.

Second, the sending of the Spirit makes the many one.  Which is to say, the sending of the Spirit is the fulfillment of human hope and destiny. The desire to become one of the gods—the desire embedded in us as expressed in both the Fall and Babel narratives is not wrong. It is part of the fabric of our make up. It is implanted in us in by our creator. It is part of what it means to be made in his image. Corporately, this desire is found at the heart of every human utopia—whether ancient as the story of Babel, or medieval—Christendom or the Caliphate, or modern—the stories of fascism and communism in the twentieth century, the stories of unbridled capitalism or radical Islam in the twenty-first. And yet, in the working out of each utopia, horrendous evil results. Why?

Because even as much as we might want to deny it, the gift of a renewed creation is just that—a gift. It is not something that will ever be accomplished by human endeavor but can only be received as God’s crowning of God’s own work in creating and redeeming what he has made. Think about John Lennon’s “Imagine.” The construction of a perfect world with a united and peaceful human race is not easy if you try. It is, short of the coming of Christ, impossible.

It is only the Spirit who can and does make the many one by uniting them to Christ, who reigns even now and whose kingdom will never end.

Finally, the sending of the Spirit makes the one, many. The overcoming of Babel is not the reduction of the world’s many languages to one especially holy tongue, but the proclamation of the Gospel in every language. One people of God is, at the end,  made up of many peoples, many nations, many tongues. This, Pentecost proclaims, has been God’s plan from the beginning. This is what was accomplished in the death and resurrection of Jesus. This is what is being proclaimed now even as we are sent in the power of the Spirit into the world to proclaim, to love and to serve.

And now, we gather again in the power of the Holy Spirit to be drawn further into Christ, to hear again the Good News, to feed again in our hearts with faith and thanksgiving, in order that we might be sent again as announcers of God’s kingdom and agents of its coming.

Answering Ivan, Or, Why the Church has No Theodicy

Here is a copy of the paper I read today at the Cranmer Conference, held at St John the Divine, North Bay, ON. It is an expansion of my initial reflections after Newtown, published here as “Where was God and Other Wrong Questions.”

Answering Ivan: Why the Church has no Theodicy

Two weeks after  the Newtown horror (“tragedy,” the default term for these events these days, is not nearly weighty enough), I wrote a short blog about the event that seemed to catch fire, generating over 1000 hits over 2 ½ days. This is not a huge number, but for a blog whose daily hits number in the tens, this is a significant increase. That blog essay remains the backbone of this short paper which I have entitled, “Answering Ivan: Why the Church has no Theodicy.”

Ivan stands for Ivan Karamazov and  I’ll get to him in a moment. First, let’s begin with the term, “theodicy.” Theodicy means, literally, the justification of God and it is the term used in philosophy of religion to cover the attempts to justify God in the face of evil. And in one sense, the title of my paper is obviously false: there have been many Christians through the centuries who have espoused many theodicies. The Greater Good defense that has its roots in St. Augustine. The Free-Will defense that also has roots in the fathers and such contemporary exponents as Alvin Plantinga. The defense from the imperfection of creation that ostensibly can be found in Irenaeus, and is associated with the recently deceased John Hick.

So, I don’t mean to say that there is no such thing as theodicy. There clearly is. Nor am I saying that such intellectual efforts are without merit. Though, as I will talk about in a moment, I find such exercises dubious in certain contexts, certainly, Augustine and Irenaeus, Plantinga and Hick are quite a quartet with whom to pick a fight. And I’m not going to. I have found and continue to find their works helpful as I reflect on this subject.

What I mean is, while there are many theodicies, the Church has not discovered in her Scriptures or enshrined in her Creeds one theodicy. And so while Christians may espouse one of many, the Chruch has none. (Ironically enough, the Church has enshrined the problem of evil in its creeds by insisting both that God is “Almighty” and the “Creator of all that is, seen and unseen.” But that is another paper altogether).

With that in mind, let us return to the internet explanations of Newtown. The same day of the horror, the internet exploded with advice to all concerned, advice that continued to be as offered as it was unsolicited for some weeks. The speculations, however, all seemed to coalesce around one question. Where was God while the shooting happened? In itself, this is a perfectly fine question to ask. It animates, for example, many lament Psalms in which the Psalmist cries out to God to intervene to end suffering and injustice, to bring victory over enemies and so on. It is a favorite question, also, of Job, who not only asks it, but also answers it with an audacious hope: “I know that my Redeemer lives and in my flesh I shall see God.” Of course, Job does not ask with the Psalmist for intervention. Job wants God to show up so he can put him on trial. It is, finally, the question of our Lord—his dying question in the Gospel of Mark. Where was his God? Why had he forsaken him?

So, in asking the question, the internet pundits were on solid ground. The foundation of many who went on to answer the question was, in my opinion, considerably shakier. Here’s one answer that I heard often.  “God was absent. Having scrubbed God from the public life of America, or North America, or the West (take your pick), we are now left to live with the consequences of our ‘cleanliness.’ God has indeed left and we are left to live with godlessness.” There can be no doubt that the callous way in which this answer was often set out invited ridicule from Christians and others. So I must confess right away to holding the content of this answer in some regard even if it is stupidly and insensitively presented by many.

It does, first of all, conform to the message of many of the Old Testament prophets when they are pronouncing God’s judgment on the people of Israel and Judah. The refusal to worship the God of Israel, the refusal to live in covenant with that God and with each other, would bring calamity on the land and its inhabitants. Eventually, the land itself would rebel against the people and spit them out. Cyrus would be presented as God’s anointed one, God’s Messiah, sent to chasten the people who had broken covenant. Let us set aside whether we can move easily (or at all) from the denunciation of an Old Testament prophet on an ancient nation to a contemporary jeremiad on American public culture. Regardless of the exegetical nuancing required by such a move, we can still see can at least see that the move itself has prima facie biblical legs.

Further, we cannot plausibly argue that that prophetic motif is set aside in the New Testament.  It echoes both in the teaching of Jesus and St. Paul—we might think of Jesus’ Olivet Discourse or St. Paul’s condemnation of Gentile and Jew both in Romans 1-2. To reject God for other sources of life and security is to exchange the truth for a lie and to live according to that lie is to have oneself given over to social chaos and even destruction.  As I understand it, this word of the prophets, Jesus and Paul for our time (as indeed for every time) is simply, “the consequence of sin is more sin.” And that, even if inappropriately stated and therefore worthy of censure, is sadly true.

My objection to this answer, then, is not that it is false. Rather, it is the corollary that all too often came with that answer made my skin crawl. God is off in his heaven with a cosmic case of hurt feelings and now we’re here to tell one and all, on God’s behalf, “I told you so.” The message the prophets and Jesus delivered in anger, but also with wounded hearts and eyes that were “fountains of tears,” was here delivered with a glee that can only be called perverse. There was too much smug satisfaction. And that such pronouncements came from the followers of Jesus is a shame on all of us. We who are preachers have failed our people if this is what we have trained them to do. What would Ivan Karamazov say to such speech?

Before we reflect on that question, I want to turn to a second answer to “Where was God during Newtown?”, one that affirms just the opposite conclusion as the previous one.  Far from being absent, God was present through it all–weeping, perhaps consoling, hastening a departure for heaven. This answer is often given as a response to the more unkind versions of the first answer. This answer immediately evokes compassion, kindness, and every other human emotion so lacking in the previous one. That is its strength. But while it does tug at my emotions, I find its content wanting. It is hard, in spite of all the ink spilled on the notion of a God who suffers, from the popular work of Rabbi Harold Kushner to the more academic work of Jurgen Moltman, to find biblical and theological justification to make the argument that God is fundamentally like us: emotionally engaged but otherwise passive in the face of suffering.

Its main problem, however, is not its relative lack of theological weight or biblical justification. Indeed, after the initial pull of sentimentality subsides, the emotional response that this position provokes in me is anger. For it rests on an analogy that moves from human passivity to the divine. Where this analogy fails is over the matter of presence. I was not at Sandy Hook. My passivity is therefore justifiable by geography. I could not have done differently.  Were I ever to be in a similar situation, and I pray I never am, I would hope that I have the same courage as the principal and other teachers who died intervening to stop the gunman and to save children. Unlike me, God was present at Newtown, so the argument goes. And he did nothing. To stand by and cry while observing such a massacre is the definition of cowardice. Not divine love. How might Ivan Karamazov respond to this understanding of God?

Well that makes twice now that I have invoked that most passionate of atheists, Ivan Karamazov. Let us now turn to him. Ivan is a literary creation of Fyodor Dostoevksy so vivid that I, at least, can almost hear him when I read his speeches. Ivan does not believe in God. He does not believe in God passionately. Even if God exists, Ivan will not believe in God. And that is where we need to begin if we are going to try first to sketch out his answer to the Newtown internet theodicists and then, reflect on it ourselves. Ivan’s refusal to believe is a willful refusal to trust and no mere denial of God’s existence of. That denial, he says, grows out of his observations of the world God has created. It is a world in which children suffer. And in his conversation with his believing brother Alyosha, Ivan piles on example after example after example of horrific suffering drawn, we are told, from Dostoevsky’s own reading of the newspaper. It may be, Ivan reasons, that God will at the end of days, raise these little children to life and explain to them whey their suffering was necessary even as he welcomes them into paradise. But for Ivan, this is too much. A world in which heaven is attainable only on the condition that children suffer, even only one child suffers, is a world Ivan refuses. And as a result, he also refuses the God who would create such a world. He says, “I don’t want harmony… too high a price has been placed on harmony. We cannot afford to pay so much for admission. And therefore I hasten to return my ticket of admission [to heaven].… It’s not God that I do not accept, Alyosha. I merely most respectfully return him the ticket.”

Ivan’s atheism is powerful because it is existential. Unlike Leibniz or Hume or Mackie or Plantinga, his theodicy is not disengaged from actual suffering. It is not about solving a logical abstraction through appeals to “free-will,” “the greater good,” or “ultimate beauty.” Ivan thinks, as one commenter put it, “with his solar plexus.” His argument begins not in abstractions, but with this world and the real suffering it contains and moves from this world and our experience of it to ask troubling questions about the God who created it. The God who created a moral universe in which the suffering of one child is necessary to attain the greater good of heaven, is a God unworthy of belief, says Ivan.

So, what would this most passionate of atheists say to our internet theodicists who pronounced on God’s absence or presence at Newtown? I think he would heap scorn on both groups, and with justification. For the former, a God whose bruised feelings are at least partly responsible for the deaths of over 20 children and two adults trying to save them, is quite simply a God unworthy of belief. Again, belief here not in the sense of the mere assertion of existence, but of trust. Such a God, Ivan would say, is a moral monster. Even were this God, on the last day, to raise all these little children to new life and welcome them into heaven with the words, “your deaths were necessary to teach your culture a lesson,” that would not be enough for Ivan. Nor should it, I would submit, be enough for any of us. A God deliberately deploys the suffering of the innocent to utter a cosmic “I told you so,” is a God whose sovereignty remains intact at the cost of his goodness. Such a God is at bottom, Will without either Reason or Compassion. Such a God is unworthy of being God, so to speak. And with Ivan, we too must return our ticket if this is a true picture of God.

For the latter, I think Ivan Karamazov would skewer the idea of a God who is present but cannot intervene beyond offering emotional support. If anything, an impotent God, one who created all that is at the price of condemning himself to the role of some sort of divine spectator, weeping that the suffering of his children and impotent in the face of evil is, even more unworthy than the moral monster above. A God who willingly comes along side us, puts an arm around us, and, Oprah-like, offers to “feel our pain” with us but doesn’t really change anything, is, I think Ivan would submit, the idolatrous creation of a culture addicted to the therapeutic. A projection of our own imaginations necessitated to help us make peace with our own passivity, whether chosen or unavoidable, in the face of suffering. A God who is just like us—to the degree that he cannot prevent horrors like Newtown—is a God whose ticket also needs to be returned.

Ivan Karamazov would, I believe, passionately impugn both the conception of God that makes suffering a necessary condition of the good (we may think of Liebniz especially here) or preserves God’s compassion at the cost of his power (Rabbi Kushner). What is left?

Without challenging the academic exercise that is theodicy—I really do mean that—it seems to me that when confronted existentially (rather than theoretically) with the problem of evil, followers of the Crucified one must first recover the language of lament. This is hardly an earth-shattering conclusion. But as I look at the internet theodicies spawned in the wake of Newtown, the leap over lament into the quagmire of explanation and argument is striking. Why was lament not the first response? This is a striking question to me especially since in the language of the Bible, lament seems to me to be always the first response. Whatever explanations came, they came later. When confronted by suffering and injustice, the first response of the Bible is lament.

So it was a severe gift to me that the Psalm appointed for the Sunday after Newtown was Psalm 80. It is a Psalm of lament that derives its power from its strong convictions in the power of God. “Stir up your might,” begs the Psalmist, “and come to save us.” The plea is made in the conviction that the “Shepherd of Israel,” not only can act, but has acted to deliver his people from evil in the past (“You brought a vine out of Egypt,”). The Psalmist eschews explanation, presumes God’s power to deliver, and calls upon him to act. God’s refusal to act, indeed, is a matter of faith-shattering concern: “O Lord God of hosts, how long will you be angry with your people’s prayers? You have fed them enough with the bread of tears. . . .” In lament, we do not presume to know the mind or purposes of God and so say nothing about the necessity of suffering. At the same time, the rationality of lament rests on the assumption that God can change the situation. So, we do not affirm God’s compassion at the expense of his power.

All too often, the theodicists seemed to feel that God needed them to come to His defense. This is as admirable as it is mistaken. However much for the sake of the integrity of faith, we might want to become God’s champions, God does not need us to defend him after Newtown. On the other hand, the people so shocked and grief-stricken by their encounter with the demonic evil unleashed that day certainly did and do. They needed and need words with which to give voice to their encounter with God’s enemy. And what they needed to hear was part of the Christian vocabulary that our culture has lost. The vocabulary of lament. If God the Son has so taken up our nature as to make the lament of Psalm 22 his own dying prayer, then it seems to me, this is where we should begin if we are to answer Ivan: eschew explanation; learn lament.

A final thought about lament from the book of Job. It is striking to me that throughout Job’s suffering, Job’s friends talk to Job to defend God while Job, ever more exasperated at the end of each speech cycle, circumvents his friends and appeals directly to the God who can deliver but, to Job’s deep confusion, anger, and near despair, has not. And Job, in his continuous appeal to God, his unceasing proclamation of his innocence, and his acknowledgement in the light of God’s response that the answer he seeks he lacks the capacity to receive, is judged righteous. It is Job’s friends, who have mastered God and his ways who are judged to have spoken falsely. Who need a mediator—Job himself—to offer sacrifices lest the wrath of the Almighty consume them.

I wonder whether some of the theodicists—and this is only a wonder—leaped to God’s defense, leaped to speech about God, because their own ability to speak to God had somehow gotten lost along the way. Of course, this is a pastoral and deeply personal matter and I offer here simply as a speculation. Does the writer of Job actually capture something of the “religious” imagination when he indicts those who speak on God’s behalf not simply for the sin of presumption, but for presumption’s attempt to mask the inability to pray?

Lament, however valid it is as a first response (and a second and third) to Ivan’s indictment of God, is only the beginning. We cannot remain in lament if we are to answer Ivan’s existential argument. Do we move on then from lament to explanation, to defending God? I don’t think so.

I read somewhere that Dostoevsky never really answers Ivan’s complaint and in so doing, even though he remained an Orthodox Christian, he ended up delivering one of the most powerful essays for atheism ever. I’m not sure that’s true. I think rather that the rest of the novel, which focuses on Alyosha and especially his relationship with a group of children, simply is the answer to Ivan’s atheism. The answer is not an explanation, but a life.

This suggests to me that rather than returning to explanation, we are wise if after lamenting or even while we still are, we continue our answer to Ivan with actions. To get at what I mean, let’s look at the outcome of another primary school shooting. In 2006, Charles Roberts shot and killed 5 Amish girls and wounded five others, aged 6-13 before turning his gun on himself in Bart Township, Pennsylvania. The immediate action of the local Amish community was to tear down the school and build another on a different location.  Inspired by the quiet decency of the Amish response to the horror visited upon their children, non-Amish residents of Bart Township and nearby Quarryville began to respond in remarkable ways, ways that included attending the gunman’s son’s soccer games, and providing his family with Christmas presents. This is what one local artist called “living forgiveness” looked like. Such a response, moreover, renders our lament intelligible in that it also rests on strong convicitons about both the goodness and power of God. Convictions that render God and God’s ways, if not explicable, then—possibly—trustworthy.

To move to loving, forgiving, trusting is not to deny lament, but to insist both during and after that God remains trustworthy and however much this world waits for his final salvation, the cross and resurrection and ascension give us a clue. Not an answer, a clue. A clue that suggests that God has not willed the suffering of any child for a greater good, but has himself taken on our nature, and with our nature engaged in a battle with all that would inflict horrors on his children. He has wrestled them to the ground and then held them up to ridicule. He has done so not because his his suffering or theirs is somehow necessary to pull the disparate strands of human foolishness together into one finally beautiful tapestry, but, as David Bentley Hart has put it, “because he would not abandon his creatures to the grave.”

And now, we are called in trust to live not as though nothing has changed with Christ’s ascension—a keep plodding onward in stoic acceptance of all that comes. Rather we are called in trust to live as though everything has changed—to keep trusting, loving, forgiving in a holy refusal to give in to despair. To cling, if only by our fingernails, in trust to the one who embraced God-forsakenness for us and to live in joyful anticipation that his victory will soon be revealed to all.

So, the Church has no Theodicy. The Church recognizes full well the mystery of sin and evil. It is not blind to the suffering of evil. But the Church has no explanation for why this is so. The Church has no theory to mollify the rage of all the Ivans in the world. No explanation will work; no theory can stand with a parent at the grave of a child.

The Church has, instead, acts of lament. The Church has words to give to our grief when our words fail. How long O Lord? You have made us eat the bread of tears enough! Turn and save us. The Church has, instead, acts of love that persist in the face of suffering and evil. Acts of love that cannot be legislated or driven by rules. Acts, rather, that are entirely free. Acts that express trust in God, acts that embrace love of friend and enemy alike. Instead of a theodicy, the Church has a Cross to which it points, and about which it proclaims, here is where the problem has been solved and then lives as though that is true.

 

Ascension Day 2013

Audio is available here: Ascension 2013

Today we celebrate the Christian feast that, St. Augustine tells us, fulfills the rest. Without it, Advent and Christmas, Lent and Easter, Pentecost and the almost innumerable Sundays that follow, make no sense. It is the feast of the Ascension. What does Augustine mean? He means that the Feast of the Ascension marks the climax of the Gospel. It underscores the truth of the Incarnation that we celebrate at Christmas. It completes and discloses the meaning the Resurrection that we celebrate at Easter. It points us toward and gives the rationale for the Pentecostal coming of the Spirit and the sending of the Church into the world. And it does all that work because the Feast of the Ascension is, at the end of the day, the church’s declaration that Jesus is Lord.

Three little words. Jesus is Lord. For the early Church, those words or the conviction that they encapsulate could end a promising career as a soldier or government official, could send someone to prison, could even send someone to the arena to die. For if Jesus was Lord, then the accompanying, if unstated conviction, was Caesar is not. And the powers Caesar embodied could not hear that their reign was not theirs, but was given to them, that whatever loyalty they commanded, they could not command final fealty. For Jesus had, in his Ascension, removed Caesar from his throne, or better, exposed Caesar to be what he was—at his best a mere functionary under the reign of God and at his worst, a beastly usurper whose blood-lust for the saints of God would ultimately be his downfall.

This is why the writers of the later New Testament and the earliest Christian documents outside the New Testament take great pains to insist that they are not revolutionaries. That they are loyal citizens. That they pray to God for the Emperor’s wellbeing even if, on pain of death, they will never pray to the Emperor to secure their own. Even by Augustine’s day, a century after Rome had bowed the knee to Christ, he could still insist that while Christians had a foot in two kingdoms—what he called the City of Man and the City of God—their final citizenship was in the second  city only. And that as a result, they should regard every exercise of coercive power with just a little bit or perhaps a lot of critical distance. It was of Christian Emperors that Augustine said that it was only the number and size of their ships that made them different from pirates.

For the early Church, and for many Christians even after the Empire became Christian itself, there was no rhetorical strategy to distance the claims Jesus is Lord and Caesar is Lord from each other. Both Jesus and the Emperor at some level claimed Lordship, authority, rule, to the same space. And the martyrs were those who wagered their lives on the hope that the true King was King Jesus. That the true King was he who ascended to the Father’s right hand. That the true King could bring them through death into resurrection. That one day, the open secret on which they based their lives, would be made plain to all. And that King Jesus would reign without interference. For the early Church, Jesus is Lord and Caesar is Lord were claims to the same public space. And it was the Ascension of Jesus that grounded the public nature of that claim. The Ascension was not about Jesus’s soul going to heaven, but about the exaltation of a human being to reign as God’s vice regent over all the world, and all of its Caesars, both great and small.

Now, we don’t believe that, of course. We believe something quite different. We—notice that I am including myself in this—we believe something more like this: “Jesus is Lord, but that is just my private opinion.” Now what kind of a community, asks theologian Stanley Hauerwas, do we have to be to produce a speech act like that? That’s a loaded question. A pithy answer, with more than a kernel of truth, is one that has grown tired of the public invocation of Jesus’ name and lordship to justify the most horrendous of evils that one human being can inflict on another. And the solution—we should invent a space called “the private” to which we can banish Jesus. Another answer, again one with more than a kernel of truth, is that we are a community is, in this kind of language, actively trying to restrict the Lordship of Jesus because we have become too comfortable in Caesar’s world and would rather live under his dominion. Jesus has set before us God and Mammon, that is money, and we have in our idolatrous ingenuity, found a way to serve money while keeping the Jesus vocabulary to leave us feeling soothed in our sinfulness.

We have become a community, whether for good and noble reasons or for others, or—as is more likely the case—for reasons that mingle both, that does not know just what to do with the Lordship of Jesus over this world. We have decided it is safer to leave Jesus’ Lordhip in our private and to live accordingly, which is to say, to ignore it. We have cut ourselves off from our fathers and mothers in the faith whose conviction about the public Lordship of Jesus caused them both to refuse Caesar’s sword and to reject Mammon’s rule, who identified with their Lord even to death in the hope that they too would be highly exalted even as their Lord was highly exalted in his ascension into heaven.

Well, if you are inclined to think that this move, this re-desciption of Jesus Lordship, this transposition of that Lordship from a public claim which one must either accept or reject to a private opinion which one may safely ignore, represents a loss to the Church, a fundamental misunderstanding and rejection of the mission we received from the Risen Lord, I think you are right. And the solution, it seems to me, is to deliberately recover the ascension language that is found throughout the Bible—Old and New Testaments—in order to use it. We have to say before we can see. We have to have language before we know just what it is we are looking at. We have to return to what Karl Barth called the strange new world within the Bible, in order to let its vocabulary  open our eyes, so that we can see God, the world, and ourselves as God intends them to be seen.

There is a sense of course in which this is exactly what we do every Sunday. If I might quote Stanley Hauerwas again, what we believe and do as Christians is often so crazy, we have to get together on Sundays, if only to convince ourselves that we aren’t nuts. But with Augustine, we must add that this is especially true of the Ascension. For the Ascension rightly understood obliterates the distinction between public and private, and helps us again to see ourselves as a community whose citizenship lies elsewhere and which acts accordingly.

So what must be said about the Ascension? Negatively, we must say this: The Ascension means that the kingdoms of this world—kingdoms that the prophet Daniel likens to animals in their form and intent, kingdoms that were, in fact, the frustration of God’s intention for humanity—have been decisively overthrown and it was time to live in that truth. Positively, we must say this: The Ascension is the day that Christ in his humanity, fulfills not just his destiny, but all of human destiny as God the Father’s vice regent. He reigns in his humanity. And if and as we have been united to him, we reign too.

Now, let’s unpack this a little more. First of all, we need to be clear about where Jesus did not go. He did not to a secure undisclosed location somewhere between Jupiter and Saturn. This is not a tale of pre-atomic age space travel. Nor was his ascension a flowery way of saying that he left his body and his humanity behind so that he could go back to what he was before: God. The incarnation is not an interruption in the being of God the Son.

Now, perhaps a little way of positive speech. Where did he go? He went to that space where creation is fit for the full presence of God. Can we go there now? That’s a good question, and one that I’ll get to in a moment. But before I do, I really want to stress that in his going, he did not leave his humanity or us behind. He took his humanity with him. Where he is now, he is in—as the theologians put it—the unity of his person, fully God, fully human. He is the God who descends to our level, to take up our humanity. He is the man who ascends to God’s level, so that we might go with him.

That we might go with him. Think about that. That we might go with him! Now back to that question I just put off. Can we go there now? The answer is, We do! Every Sunday, we go there with him.

Here’s how Thomas Cranmer put it

Being like eagles in this life, we should fly up into heaven in our hearts, where that Lamb is resident at the right hand of his Father, which taketh away the sins of the world; by whose stripes we are made whole; by whose passion we are filled at his table; and whose blood we receiving out of his holy side, do live forever. (Thomas Cranmer)

I can tell you exactly when that moment happens—we go to where he is every Sunday when we are bidden to lift up our hearts. The sursum corda, as it is called, is actually a command more than it is a polite request. It would be an entirely appropriate translation of the Latin were I to say this morning, “Hearts UP!”

When we come to the Lord’s table, we come into the heavenlies, where Christ himself is seated. We come to the table where he feeds us with his very life.

There, in that very instant, we are given a glimpse of God’s future, given a glimpse of our humanity made fit for the fullness of God’s presence, given a foretaste—literally!—of the heavenly banquet that is being prepared for us even now.

Imagine how our attitude toward Sunday service might change if we really believed that. “Sorry, I can’t make that tee time, that restaurant, that long awaited date with my pillow and duvet. King Jesus has invited me to his house for breakfast.” Can you imagine? That’s not a fair thing to say just as we’re getting ready for our summer slump is it?

And yet, that’s what happens every time we gather at the Lord’s table. We are called upward and forward by him. Called to a place where creatures can and do commune with God, a place where creation is made fit for his presence.  In that place, we are placed before Jesus’ table, that place where he reigns as the Lamb, and he feeds us with his very life.

And then, we are sent. You are witnesses to these things. These things—not just a past teacher who gave us an ethic, but a present and living Lord who reigns, and who is transforming this world even as we speak. As he who reigns not as the Pantocrator commanding the armies of heaven, but as the Lamb who was slain for the redeeming of the world.

We are—like the first followers of Jesus—sent back into the world not mourning a martyr, but celebrating a living King, who has made us—us!—the vanguard of his reign. To rule not with violence, but with patience and joy even in the midst of suffering. Sent to tell of his Kingdom’s coming and to live in its presence even as we wait for the rest of creation to be transformed.

Which brings us to our last stop.

How is all this possible? It is possible because of the promise. The promise the risen Lord alludes to in our Gospel lesson. “See I am sending you what my Father promised; so stay here in the city until you have been clothed with power from on high.”

What on earth does that mean? Come back next week!

Right now, I have to get ready for a banquet. And so do you.

Sermon: Attending to the Spirit

Audio is available here: Attending to the Spirit

Our lesson from the book of Acts begins as our last one did—with a vision. Last week, it was a vision of a sheet lowered from heaven with the command to rise, kill and eat. And with it came the interpretation—that Peter was to go to the house of Cornelius and proclaim the Gospel.  The Gospel was for the Gentiles, too. This, we saw, was a turning point in the book. The Gospel had in fact strained the bonds of ethnicity with Phillip’s preaching to the Samaritans, but now, with the preaching of Peter, those bonds were decisively broken. The Good News about the Jew Jesus was Good News for Jew and Gentile, two peoples made one by the blood of the cross.

This week we have another vision, and also at a decisive time. You wouldn’t know it from our lectionary text this week. Rather, it sounds rather mundane—well, mundane for Acts, anyway. Paul had a vision, then we went to Philippi. Par for the course when the topic is the evangelization of the world in the first century.

However, if we back up just three verses, a very interesting and more complicated picture emerges. [Read v 6-8 here] It seems Paul and his companions had hit a road block. They wanted to go east, out of Asia Minor and into Asia, but the Holy Spirit forbade them. So they turned North, to the city of Mysia and the region of Bithynia. Again, however, Paul and his party are directed by God not to go there. Now, I will confess here that I have no idea what this means. Did someone hear a voice? See a vision? Simply know? It could be any of these. It could be none of them. The point of these verses is not the nature of the intervention, but that it took place. The missionary party had a plan. And the Holy Spirit intervened to change it.

So, they head south and west. To the city of Troas. And there, they waited. Then comes our reading for today. Paul has a vision—much more straightforward than Peter’s of last week. And the missionary party sets out in obedience to the vision for the region of Macedonia. The Gospel goes west, to the city of Philippi, named after the father of Alexander the Great and a major Roman center in the region.

But again, a roadblock. There is no synagogue. There is not even a small Jewish community. The missionary party is there for some days and nothing happens. Why, I expect some wondered, did the Holy Spirit send us here? What is the point? Did we really get the message right? With no synagogue base from which to proclaim to the Gentiles, Paul andhis team go to a river where they had heard there might be a place for Jewish worship. And there, they meet Lydia. The Gospel comes to a Gentile worshipper of the Jewish God, a wealthy businesswoman, who then welcomes the missionary party into her home.

There are several matters to note in this passage. The first is its decisive nature. This passage, perhaps more than any other in the New Testament, tells us why Christianity took the shape it did in subsequent centuries. The Gospel was for Gentiles, yes. But the Holy Spirit was careful in which missionary party went where. The Holy Spirit did not leave it up to Paul to plan it all. Paul’s party was sent by God not to the East into Asia, nor to the North. But West. Macedonia, Greece, and eventually Rome. Why is Christian thought influenced more by Plato and Aristotle than Vedanta or Zarathustra? This story is why. Why is Christianity a Western religion and not an Eastern one? This story is why. The Holy Spirit actively directed Paul and his companions West, toward the heart of the Empire rather than North or East, and beyond its borders. I find that interesting.

Before I tell you why, though, I want to push this just a little further. Paul and his companions go to Phillipi—the leading city of the region. They go having interpreted Paul’s vision. And what awaited them? Well, first, no synagogue. There was, as far as they could find, after many days, no synagogue in the city and no Jews with whom to dispute. The mission was to the Gentiles, but it was always also to the Jews first. And here, there were no Jews. So, after some days, they go outside, to a place where they had heard there was a place of prayer. No Jews there either. But there was a Gentile. A woman. A seller of purple. By any kind of sociological analysis, this was not a successful mission trip. One convert. Paul didn’t know that this one mission trip, with its lonely convert, had fundamentally altered not only the history of the new faith, but indeed, the history of, well, history. But it did. Paul and his companions simply obeyed what they had interpreted the vision to mean. I find that interesting too.

So, the move west into Europe is, from our vantage point, a decisive turn in the history of Christianity and even the world. Paul didn’t know that. The Holy Spirit did. Paul and his companions obeyed, trusted, went and by any natural means of evaluation, it was a huge mistake.

The second thing to notice is a very interesting change in pronouns. When the paragraph opens in verse 6, the missionary party is spoken of as they. They went, they attempted, they travelled to Troas. Then, after Paul had seen his vision, “we immediately tried to cross over.” The author of Acts has now inserted himself into this story. What might that mean? It might mean that Troas was where Paul and his party met Luke, the author of both the Gospel and Acts, and the narrator actually became a participant in the story. It might be some kind of literary convention.  Scholars debate about that. I don’t much care about that. That’s not why the change in pronouns is interesting.

Rather, it’s interesting because there is a suggestion of deliberation in the text. He (that is Paul) had a vision. And we, being convinced that God had called us, tried to cross over. He changes to we. Paul, it seems, submitted his vision to his companions for discernment. Paul had a vision. But the party had to be convinced before they left. There is an intimation of  reflection, interpretation. Unlike Peter’s vision, there was no accompanying interpretation and commandment. Rather, it looks likePaul submitted his vision to the group. And only once they were all convinced (clearly, it didn’t take long), but still, only after we were convinced did “we” set sail.

As I reflected on this passage this week, three statements and three accompanying questions emerged that seem particularly apt for us. Here’s the first set. The mission is the Holy Spirit’s mission. Are we prepared to follow? I’m sure, Paul must have felt when he got to Phillipi only to find that there weren’t enough Jewish families to establish a synagogue. It is the fatigue that Paul must have felt when he went outside the city to a place of prayer and found not a small cluster of Jews, but one Gentile woman. Really? The Holy Spirit brought us here for this?

But we can look back on the move west in a way Paul could not, in a way the writer of Acts could not, and see just how decisive a move it was. We can look back and see that it was, in fact, the Holy Spirit’s doing. It was his mission. He was still shaping it. He did not send the disciples off to be witnesses on their own power and following their own direction. He sent them empowered by His presence and following his plan.

The mission in which we are engaged, the mission of the church of God in downtown Sudbury is no less the Holy Spirit’s mission than Paul’s in the book of Acts. We are, like him, called to attend to the Spirit’s leading. To stop when the Spirit says no. To listen when the Spirit says wait. To go when the Spirit says go. And to go not committed to numerical success, but to go committed to the mission because it is the Spirit’s mission, and only he knows the end from the beginning. The mission is the Holy Spirit’s mission. Are we prepared to follow?

Here’s the second set. The mission requires vision. Who are our visionaries? The Holy Spirit is calling us to participate in his mission. He has called us here to this place, to this neighborhood, to do something no one else here can do. What is it? Paul had a vision of man calling to him for help. Who are our visionaries? What is the Spirit calling us to do through them? Will we be willing to listen to the vision given to him or her as Paul’s companions were willing to listen to him?

And finally, the third. The vision requires discernment. What is the Spirit saying through them to us? We are not a church led by a visionary. We are a church, I hope and pray, led by the Holy Spirit. And if the Spirit gives a vision, it is for the visionary to submit that vision to the church for discernment.  The he must become, in the process of discernment, we. So that the mission of the Spirit is communicated through the vision to the whole body. The vision requires discernment. What is the Spirit saying to all of us?

Are we prepared to follow the Holy Spirit’s guidance? Who are our visionaries through whom the Holy Spirit is speaking? Will the community discern with them what the Spirit is saying to all of us? Some of you look a little nervous. Don’t be. The point of asking these questions is not to push us into mystical enthusiasm but to give us the vocabulary to speak about 2 upcoming events. For if we can speak about them rightly, then we can see them rightly, too.

The first is Synod. This gathering is not simply a business meeting (though we could be forgiven, what with memos, circulars, agendas, and motions being sent round, for thinking that). It is the place where we, the community that is the Diocese of Algoma, will discern on issues large and small, where the Holy Spirit is leading us. The whole process is how we will move, as Paul and his companions did, in the book of Acts, from he to we. Will you pray for your delegates, for me, that we will be attuned to the voice of the Spirit? Will you help us discern? Will you follow?

The second is the assessment process. I get the frustration that some of you are feeling and have expressed to me. We have done this all before. What will be different this time? That’s a fair question and I am glad that you have felt free to express it. The process will begin in September, but it is time to start thinking and praying about it. It is very deliberately a discernment process designed to help us say and see who we are and what the focus of our mission is. What does being a community of disciples in the downtown look like? What needs doing differently? What needs doing better? What needs preservation? What needs to be set aside? All these questions will be explored. But, my friends, the whole process will be a waste if, in the asking, we are not listening to the Spirit for the answers.

I will be honest with you. I have an answer to these questions taking shape in my imagination. Is it a vision like Paul’s, no. God does not address me in that way. Still, I need to submit these thoughts to the direction of the Spirit. It may be that, like Paul, I think it is a really good idea to go East. And I will have to hear the Spirit say no. It may be that like Paul, you think it is a really good idea to go North. You’ll have to hear the Spirit say no too. My challenge to you, through the summer, is to imagine yourself in Troas with Paul and Luke and the rest of the missionary party. You are waiting. You are not sure what the next move is. And most of all, you are praying such that when the Spirit speaks, you will hear, and you will act. Who knows? That act may—just like Paul’s move to Philippi—end up changing the whole world.

Sermon: A Gift for All

Audio is available here: A Gift for All

Throughout Easter, our Old Testament readings are replaced by readings from the book of Acts, the “sequel” to the Gospel of Luke. In the Gospel, we are given the story of Jesus that comes to its climax with the Ascension. In Acts, we are given the next chapter—the passing of the mission of Jesus to his followers who are commissioned as witnesses to the events of the Gospel, empowered by the Holy Spirit at Pentecost, and “sent” on mission by the first persecution.

To open the book, Jesus says to the disciples, “You will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, Judea and Samaria, and the to the uttermost parts of the world.” And that threefold expansion of mission organizes the whole book. The Holy Spirit falls and Peter preaches his Pentecostal sermon in Acts 2. The disciples are witnesses in Jerusalem. This evangelizing in turn provokes the first persecution of the church—which we read about a few weeks back—a persecution led house to house by a young Pharisee named Saul. And many of the 3000 who were baptized after the preaching of Peter were scattered as a result.

Was it the end of the church? No! Rather, in fulfillment of the Lord’s commission and in obedience to his command they remain Christ’s witnesses even as they go. And Phillip brings the Gospel to Samaria. Many Samaritans believe and, after the arrival of Peter and John, are baptized too.

What an amazing story! Three points are worth noting right now. Evangelism—telling people the good news about Jesus—leads both to progress and persecution. We don’t have one without the other. When the Gospel is breaking new cultural ground, it provokes response: neutrality is not found in the book of Acts. People believe and are baptized or they do not and actively work to oppose the spread of the faith.

Second, persecution has, in the plan of God, a purpose. In the book of Acts, persecution leads not to the extinction of the church but to even more expansion. As persecution forces believers—especially Peter and later, Paul—but others too—from one city to the next, they take the Gospel with them. And the cycle continues.

Third, the Gospel breaks ethnic and cultural boundaries. It is for Jews. The Jews who believed in Jesus did not thereby “become” Christians. They did not change religions. They became Jews who believed that God had given his Messiah in Jesus and that it was time to repent and believe in the One whom God had sent.

The Gospel is also for the Samaritans. Philip evangelizes  a group of people who were ethnically mixed. They weren’t Jews but neither were they Gentiles. They held Abraham as their father, but they did not worship in Jerusalem. With Phillip’s preaching, the good news of the Gospel is straining at the boundary of ethnicity. The message that God has acted definitively to renew the whole world is a message that can’t be limited to Israel, even as it uniquely comes from Israel. The Samaritans too are to be drawn into the announcement of God’s saving work.

At this point in the story, a bit of an interlude ensues. An interlude from which our readings have come for the last two weeks. We read first about the conversion of Saul and then about the travels and preaching of Peter. But attentive readers should know something is going on. The Gospel has come to Jerusalem. It has spilled out of Jerusalem and into Samaria. What’s left? The rest of the world is what’s left. And we should be thinking, “hmm, the conversion of Saul and the travels of Peter are setting us up for the next big movement in the story of Acts.”

And it is that next big movement that is our reading today. The coming of the Gospel to the Gentiles. The uttermost parts of the world is, it seems, not simply a matter of geography: Jews all over the Empire are going to hear about Jesus. It is also a matter of race. The Gospel that has come to Israel is to come through Israel to all people. The plan of God is a plan to bless the whole world. Jews, Samaritans, and Gentiles too.

When we enter the story today, the mission to the Gentiles has begun. Peter has, in response to a vision from God, gone to the house of Cornelius, preached the good news of Jesus to them, and, before he can get his sermon finished, he has seen the Holy Spirit fall on them just has the Holy Spirit had fallen on the disciples on Pentecost Sunday. And the Gentiles were baptized. The third movement of the story is now underway.

Luke then tells us that the word quickly spreads from Caesarea to Jerusalem that Gentiles had believed in the Good News! The Gentiles had accepted the Word of God. The Holy Spirit had fallen on them. You’d think that the disciples would be overjoyed at this announcement. You’d think that Peter would be welcomed back to Jerusalem with rejoicing that the commission and command were obeyed and that obedience had been so powerfully rewarded.

You’d think they would ask, “Peter, what on earth is God up to?” Instead, however, the Jerusalem disciples open their interrogation with this: “Why were YOU eating with GENTILES?” They turned on Peter. Peter, you are not being a good Jew. Why, Peter, are you not being a good Jew?

Peter, however,  does not defend himself. Instead, he recounts the story that I just summarized for you. Luke both tells the story of the conversion of Cornelius in Acts chapter 10 and then has Peter retell it in Acts chapter 11. Is But Luke being redundant? No! This is earth-shattering news for people with almost none of the equipment necessary to hear it. It needs to be repeated for it to sink in. The Gospel does indeed come to Jewish people. But it is not their exclusive property. The Gospel comes also to the “almost-Jews” the Samaritans. But also, the Gospel comes to the Gentiles! How on earth can the Gospel come to Gentiles? And not just any Gentiles. But to an officer in the occupying army and his family.

To blunt the force of their question about him—why are you not eing a good Jew, Peter—Peter turns their attention to God by retelling the story. Peter says, in effect, to his accusers “I know this is hard to believe! But here’s what happened.” And he tells his story. He doesn’t argue the Scriptures with them. He doesn’t cite his status as an apostle to justify his actions. He instead re-tells what has happened.

And in the retelling, the clincher is the gift of the Holy Spirit. If God has given the Holy Spirit to the Gentiles in just the same way that God has given the Holy Spirit to us, there’s no way I’m going to hinder God!

I love how Luke ends this retelling. When they heard this they were silenced. Then they praised God. You can almost see it, can’t you? The news is so momentous, the story so gripping that the first response is silence. And then, an eruption of praise. “Then God has given even to the Gentiles the repentance that leads to life.”

Now as the rest of book of Acts (and especially Acts 15) and several of Paul’s letters make clear, this is not the last of the story of the Gentiles and the Gospel. In fact a case can be made that the entire New Testament after Acts boils down to one question: how do Jewish and Gentile followers of Jesus get along?  It took a long time for many Jewish followers of Jesus to settle into the fact that the Gospel was not only for the Gentiles too, but also that those Gentiles did not have to become Jews in order to follow the Jewish Messiah, Jesus.

But there would be no going back. In obedience to God, Peter had broken bread with Cornelius. Peter had preached to Cornelius. Peter had baptized Cornelius and his family. On that day, the Lord Jesus had, as Paul would later put it, broken down the wall that divided Jew from Gentile and made both peoples one through the blood of the Cross.

Now what does this have to do with us?

Just this: it is a reminder to the Church that the Gospel is God’s gift to all people. Now, let’s unpack that sentence.

This story is first, a reminder to the Church. Yes, to us. It is not for us to say, “Those foolish Jewish believers. They were not yet free from their cultural snobbery. They were not yet delivered from their ethnic elitism. Thank God we aren’t like that anymore.” Because we are. We are like that all the time.

We are reminded, secondly, that the Gospel is God’s. It is not our property. It is not our message. It is not about us. It comes to us clothed in our culture to be sure, but it cannot be constrained to our culture because it is God’s.

It is, thirdly a gift. It is not something to sell or barter. We have received it freely, freely, we are called to give it away. And finally it is a gift for all people. There is no person who is excluded from the Gospel’s scope, no one who is excluded from the invitation to come to the waters of baptism. The Gospel is God’s gift to all people.

This truth is personally embodied in Lamin Sanneh. Lamin Sanneh is a Gambian, a Christian convert from Islam, and a professor of World Christianity at Yale University. In his recent, award-winning autobiography, From the Margins, he speaks frankly about how difficult it was to be accepted by Christian communities after he had converted. I cannot here recount the challenges he faced first as a Muslim convert to Christianity in Affrica, and then as an African Christian first in the US and then in Britain. But by the time I finished the book, I was left wondering how on earth the poor man remained in the faith after being treated so badly by Christians who simply didn’t have a category for him to fit into.

But the message of Peter’s story is that, that’s the way it is with the Gospel—if and as it is proclaimed, it will draw people into friendship with Jesus who don’t fit our categories of who belongs and who doesn’t. And that’s a good thing! That’s the good news! Peter’s story is a reminder to the Church that the Gospel is God’s gift to all people. It’s not ours; it’s not a commodity we can buy or sell; and we don’t get to decide in advance who will repent and believe.

And if that doesn’t stun us into silence and then provoke us into praise, nothing will.

Sermon: Faith, Anti-Faith & Sheep

Audio is available here: Faith, Anti-Faith and Sheep

Two weeks ago, we met the famous doubter, the disciple Thomas. We heard is “Unless I see, unless I touch,” and our hearts were drawn to him. We also heard his “My Lord and my God,” as his own doubts melted when confronted by the reality of the risen Christ, whose wounds displayed meant that the barrier of death had been broken. Life had won.

Thomas’s doubt, we saw, was the doubt of wounded love. Not the skeptical doubt that denies the identity of Jesus. Not the cynical doubt that refuses to bend the knee regardless of the evidence. It is the faithful doubt—think about that—the faithful doubt that, when confronted the harshness of reality, cannot but express to God bafflement at God’s ways and means. The Lord Jesus, we saw two weeks ago, has all the time in the world for such faithful doubters. And he has all the time in the world for those of us who, with Thomas, bring our questions to the altar week in and week out.

Thomas’s doubt is not only faithful, it is also uncomplicated. It is the doubt that we all experience when we confront the resurrection. It stands alongside the faithful question, “How can this be since I am a virgin?” the question uttered by the Mary when she heard the news from the angel Gabriel that she would be the Mother of the Lord. In our Gospel lesson today, however, we meet different doubters with different doubts.

The doubt we meet among the Jewish leaders today in John’s Gospel is not the straightforward inability to believe that comes with the momentous and miraculous nature of the Gospel of Jesus. It is not the open-minded doubt of the skeptic willing to believe if given evidence. Rather, the doubt we meet today is the cynical, willful and deceitful doubt that refuses to believe what is plain before its eyes. This is the doubt that feigns ignorance; the doubt that deceptively asks for evidence all the while knowing that no evidence will ever be enough. It is the doubt to the Anglican priest in C.S. Lewis’ Great Divorce, who, in the end, chooses hell over heaven because heaven will limit his theological options. The price of heaven for that priest was three words: “I was wrong.” And it was a price he was unwilling to pay.

This is the doubt we meet today in our Gospel lesson. It is not the doubt that naturally accompanies faith, whether weak or strong. It is not the doubt that expresses itself even in faith’s absence. It is the doubt that refuses to believe no matter what. It is the doubt that is, if there is such a word, anti-faith.

So it is that the Gospel today presents us with another of John’s polarities. His is a Gospel of Above and Below. Of Descent and Ascent. Of Light and Darkness. Of Inside and Outside. And today, of faith and anti-faith.

This is clear from the opening description of the setting: It is the time of the festival  of the Dedication. That is, the festival we know today as Hannukkah. The festival of lights that commemorates the rededication of the Temple following the Maccabean revolt. Light is about to confront darkness. Jesus is walking in the Temple complex, by Solomon’s porch, the place where tradition held, the kings would come to pass judgment. The King has come and judgment is about to be passed.

“So the Jewish leadership gathered around Jesus  and said to him, ‘How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Messiah, tell us plainly.’” 90% of the time, questions are statements in disguise. So says that fount of wisdom, Dr. Phil McGraw. This is one of those times. This is not a question of identity. They are not curious about this man from Nazareth who claims to be the bread of life. It is a statement of unbelief. I refuse to believe that which your works make plain.

Parents, do your children ever ask questions to which they know the answer? When you were younger did you ever ask that kind of question? That is what is going on here. It is a testing of the boundaries. They know perfectly well what Jesus’ works mean. They are quite clear about Jesus own self-understanding. And the enemies are looking for a loophole, a foothold, a gap of some sort in the works and the words to get them off the hook of having to believe.

And that explains Jesus’ answer, ‘I have told you, and you do not believe. The works that I do in my Father’s name testify to me; but you do not believe.” The evidence is in front of you, says Jesus. You have seen the signs. You know what the signs mean. You know perfectly well who I am. The problem is not that you cannot believe. The problem is not a lack of evidence, which, when supplemented, will result in faith. The problem is that you do not believe what has already been offered. The problem is no amount of evidence, no matter how direct, will be sufficient for you. The blindness to Jesus’ identity is, as far as Jesus is concerned, deliberate. It is willful. The problem is not that his questioners cannot believe what is unclear. The problem is His questioners refuse to believe what is obvious.

And now we come to the hard part of the Gospel, we come to the division this refusal to believe creates. “You do not believe because you do not belong to my sheep.”

Above and below. Descent and Ascent. Light and darkness. Eternal life or perishing.  Faith and anti-faith. And the point at which the roads diverge is not a theory. The fork is not produced by some abstract theological proposition to which we must assent. The pivot is not an ideology. The crux of the matter is the Cross. The point is a person. The point at which we are bound or loosed is Jesus. His disclosure of the Father’s glory is the pivot on which John’s story turns. He is the one, who simply by being present in our midst, will either save or condemn. Simply by being here, he forces a decision. Light and Darkness. Above and Below. Life and Death. Ascent and Descent. Faith and anti-faith.

In the Gospel of John, the decision comes to groups and it comes to individuals. In the Gospel of John, the hardness of heart that is played out here on Solomon’s porch is not simply the hardness of heart of those individuals who confronted Jesus on that day. It is the hardness of heart of Israel. It is the hardness of heart that, in Abraham refused to trust God, but descended into Egypt.  It is the hardness of heart that in Israel, refused to trust God and longed to return to Egypt when the road with Moses became difficult. It is the hardness of heart in Israel and Judah and their kings when they refused to trust in the God who had made covenant with them, choosing instead contracts with the nations and covenants with idols. It is the hardness of heart that drove St. Paul to distraction in his great letter to the Church in Rome, in which he declared he would be damned if it would turn the hearts of his people toward their Messiah.

This has for centuries, of course, led to abominable treatment of Jewish people by Christians because we misunderstand out own Scriptures. For Israel’s hardness of heart is not unique to Israel. It is, in the mystery of God’s election, the hardness of heart that is true of all nations, all cultures. It is the world’s hardness of heart. And if the story of Israel is, as the Fathers following Paul have always insisted, our story, the Church’s story too, then Israel’s hardness of heart is also and especially the Church’s hardness of heart when confronted by the Lord. It is our own hardness of heart.

There is therefore no point at which the Gospel for this morning gives us the license to point our finger at that culture far away, that religion over there, those people down the street, to condemn them for refusing to believe in the One who was right in front of them. It is an indictment of human unbelief wherever it is found. And it is found wherever and especially the Gospel is preached, wherever and especially where Christ is present in the sacrament. For the darkness is nowhere darker than in those places where it is confronted by the light. So the unbelief is the unbelief of Israel, it is the unbelief of the world, it is the unbelief of the world. It is my unbelief. And yours.

But the Gospel, thank God, does not end there. It does not end in the confrontation between Light and Darkness, faith and anti-faith. The King has passed his judgment—you do not belong to my sheep. But he has passed a second one, too: “My sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one will snatch them out of my hand. What my Father has given me is greater than all else, and no one can snatch it out of the Father’s hand. The Father and I are one.”

Over against those who refuse to believe are those who do. And he who is the light of the world, by his presence, exposes them too. The sheep are those who hear his voice. They are attentive. The sheep are those who follow the good shepherd. They are mobile. They are willing to embrace a nomadic life, an unsettled life, resting only in the promise of the Good shepherd to protect them.

Clearly this is not the life of settled certainty that so many of us—that I!—want my Christain life to be. I want it to be settled. I want it to be peaceful. I want it to be uneventful.

But Jesus doesn’t promise his sheep that kind of life. He promises instead a life of constant attention, not because the content of the Gospel may change. He is after all, the Truth. Rather, he promises a life of constant attention because the Truth that is embodied in him continually calls us into a fuller and deeper understanding of that truth. There will never be a point at which we have arrived. There will never be a point at which we have it all figured out. It may even be that in the new creation, when God is all and in all, in the day of resurrection which we say we hope for every Sunday, we still be moving further up and further in. We will still be paying close attention even as we have been finally freed from the distractions caused by sin. My sheep know my voice, he says. They listen to me.

Not only do the sheep listen, but they follow. To attend to the voice of Jesus is to persist with him on the long and sometimes hard road of discipleship. Both the largely inner road of a deepening faith and the largely public road of living out of those faith commitments wherever our roads may take us. And following Jesus will at some point get us—each of us—into trouble. Not because the Gospel  grants us permission to be mean or rude (though it seems with the advent of facebook, far too many Christians think that is exactly what it does), but because faith is continually confronted by anti faith, light by darkness. Indeed, the light exposes the darkness. The light, simply by its very nature, provokes conflict.

And that means what you are about to do when you come to the table is risky. Very risky indeed. For what you are about to do is to lay your soul bare to him who is the light of the world. Will he find you to be one of his sheep or not? And if he finds you to be one of his sheep, what will he call you to do? How will he call you to change as you continue to grow in your discipleship? Coming to this altar rail is perhaps one of the most dangerous things you can do because you will leave it different than you were when you came. You will be confirmed, whether as a sheep or as not one. You will be called to a deeper life with him who, by his Spirit, gives his life to you.

But with the risk comes the promise—the life of discipleship is hard. The life of discipleship means doing things that appear to make no sense to good sensible people. “Sell what you have, give the proceeds to the poor and come and follow me.” It means believing things that many people think are absurd. “On the third day he rose again according to the Scriptures. He ascended into heaven. I believe he will come again to judge the living and the dead.” It means risking social stigma, rejection or worse. But it also means you are heirs of the promise that no one can snatch you from his hand. Light and darkness. Above and below. Life and Death. Faith and Anti-faith. And now it is time to decide.

Sermon: Belief and Unbelief

The Gospel this morning falls into two parts. IN the first, the dicsiples are huddled together in a locked room and encounter the risen Lord; in the second, they are back in the same room one week later and Thomas is with them. Thomas the doubter. Thomas, whose “Unless I see. . . . Unless I touch. . . .” sounds so much like us. Our eyes, it seems, gravitate to the second paragraph, the second Sunday, the eighth day.

But the whole story—both parts—deals with unbelief. Thomas is no different than the other disciples. When we meet them, they have already heard Mary’s announcement. Two of them—Peter and the Beloved Disciple—have examined the empty tomb to confirm her story.  Yet, they still do not believe. They are in the room and the door, we read is locked. It is locked for fear.

The disciples—not just the 11. John is usually quite precise here, saying the twelve or the eleven when he means just them; the disciples when he intends a larger group. All the disciples are cowering in the room. Cowering behind the locked door. Cowering because they fear the fate that had been visited upon their master would be visited upon them. The testimony of Mary notwithstanding, the evidence provided by Peter and John ignored.

The fact of the matter remained that dead people stayed dead. The fact of the matter remained that Jesus had confronted the Jewish elite, he had confronted Rome, and they had dispatched him. Ruthlessly, efficiently, and publicly. They did so in such a way as to inspire fear. They did so in such a way to communicate a very simple message: “We can, we will, you may be next.” Confronted by the facts, confronted by the powers, the disciples are afraid. The disciples are hiding behind the locked door. The disciples—all of them do not believe. They have heard the good news. But it is just too good to be true. Jesus is dead. The powers rule. The door is locked.

And all of a sudden, Jesus is with them. “Peace be with you,” he says. The locked door may be a barrier to the powers, but it is not to the Lord of Life. He is with the disciples. He shows them the wounds. They are overjoyed.

Then, he commissions them. He sends them to continue the mission on which he was sent by his father. He sends them as he was sent at his baptism—in the power of the Holy Spirit. He tells them to do the same thing he did—to forgive or to retain sins. That is, to proclaim to all the good news of the Gospel and allow them to be forgiven or judged by their own response to that announcement.

The presence of the Risen Jesus, the presence of the body that was crucified, dispels their doubt, over comes their unbelief, forces the flight of their fear. Or does it?

One week later, our text continues, they were again in the same house. And again, the doors were locked. A small detail. A trifling detail. Or is it?

The doors were still locked. They had heard the proclamation of Mary Magdalene, the apostle to the apostles. They had heard the evidence of Peter and John. They had seen Jesus! They had heard his voice, seen his wounds, felt his breath. They had been commissioned to continue the mission. And still the doors were locked. Still cowering. Still afraid.

It seems to me that the only disciple who had any justification for this kind of disposition was Thomas. After all, he was not with them the first time. And he wants to have the same experience as they. His Unless I see, Unless I touch, is not the brandishing rhetoric of the skeptic. It is the plea of the wounded lover to be on equal footing with his peers. He wants to have the same encounter as they.

And again Jesus appears. And again Jesus bids his peace rest on them. And again he displays his wounds, this time especially for Thomas. Thomas, Jesus says in this bold act, I have not forgotten you. You’re your doubting and start believing.

Then comes Thomas’s confession—My Lord and My God. Dominus et Deus Noster. A confession not rooted in the ethereal other worldly realm of ghosts and spirits. A confession not about another world beyond the material, where the souls of the righteous dwell. A confession that is, from top to bottom, political. Jesus, says Thomas, was shown to be Lord and God by his resurrection. And if Jesus is Lord and God, then Caesar is not. And if Caesar—if all the powers that are wrapped up in that one title—are not Lord and God, then there is no need any more for the doors to be locked. No need to shrink back from the mission.

And finally there is a turn to us, the reader. These things were written that you might believe.

What is going on here?

There is, first of all, an acknowledgement of just how bizarre the Gospel is. It is about a dead body resuscitated, renewed, and transformed to live fully in God’s presence. We cannot explain it—here’s how it happened—but instead, only point to it—this is what happened. And the only way to point to it is to point to the risen Jesus. A University student Rachel knows captured this truth—however unwittingly and crassly—when she posted “Happy Zombie Jesus Day” on Facebook last Sunday. It is blasphemous. It is profoundly offensive. But it gets that the Easter Gospel is about something that happened to a body. Jesus’ body. Less blasphemously, the great American novelist John Updike puts it this way: “Make no mistake: if He rose at all it was as His body;  if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules reknit, the amino acids rekindle, the Church will fall.”

Jesus showed the disciples, he showed Thomas, his wounds. The body that was hung on the cross, the body that gasped and slumped and died, was here in front of them. Alive. Fully Alive. Transformed.

And that is bizarre.

Not only is it bizarre. It is also, secondly, politically threatening. Politics—whether the politics embodied in Caesar in Rome or in Caiaphas in the Temple or Herod and Pilate somewhere in between—politics, that is human beings living together—politics runs on fear. The powers stay in power by making us afraid. The disciples cower in fear. The disciples lock the door. The disciples are terrified that they will, indeed, follow their master. And the Risen Jesus says to the disciples, peace be with you. As the father has sent me so I am sending you. And Thomas confesses that the commission comes from the One who is both Lord and God. That is radical. That, we may even say, is revolutionary.

Why?

Because it means that the power that is held over us by Caesar—that is to say, all political power—is finally a sham. The coercive power of the state, finally embodied in the state’s ability to take a life or to command some of its citizens to sacrifice them, as in war, is really non-existent. If Christ has been given power to overcome death, then Christ has been given the power of overcome those who hold the power of death. And that is threatening.

Let’s take, for example, some seemingly harmless advice given by St. Paul to  the Church in Philippi: “Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.” Who can possibly be threatened by such advice? After all, Paul is giving good Anglican advice. Be nice. And if we’re having trouble getting clear on just what this looks like, Paul has more advice from the same letter: “Follow my example.” Be nice. If you’re not sure what nice looks like, look at me. How harmless and inoffensive is that??? There’s just one problem. Paul writes this from jail! Let your gentleness be evident. Imitate me. Through your gentleness spread the Gospel. And if you have to, go to jail.

That is one odd kind of gentleness. A gentleness that so frightens the powers that they try to imprison it. It is a gentleness that refuses fear. A gentleness that gently but consistently disobeys the powers when they defy God. A gentleness that will go to jail for the sake of the Gospel. It is a gentleness that is revolutionary because it is a gentleness that is rooted in resurrection. A gentleness that rests on the deep conviction that if Christ is raised, then those who killed him are not in fact in control. If Christ is raised, he alone is Lord and God. If Christ is raised, we need not fear. For his peace is greater than the fear that would have us lock our doors.

It might be that we don’t really grasp just what that means. That we—we meaning you and I—that we don’t is one of the final  fleeting memories of Christendom, and that’s a good thing. We don’t know the fear of the state because we have never had cause to fear it. But the “we” who don’t know what it means to be freed from the fear of the powers because we never feared them is a small number and getting smaller. Christian brothers and sisters, Anglican brothers and sisters in many parts of Africa and central Asia, regularly entrust their lives and the lives of the children to One who was raised, and who in rising ridiculed the powers he defeated on the cross.

The Easter Gospel is bizarre. The Easter Gospel is revolutionary. And finally, and most radically of all, the Easter Gospel is true. These things were written, says John, that you too (that’s you and me) might believe and in believing, have life in Jesus’ name.

But believing, as Stanley Hauerwas has rightly said, does not mean believing 23 improbable things before breakfast. It does not mean giving mental assent to a proposition for which there is less than compelling evidence. It means, rather, trust. Trust enough to entrust. Believing, in terms of mental assent will come thereafter.

That doesn’t mean it will be easy. After all, the Easter Gospel is bizarre. The powers still look like thy are in charge all too often. But there are glimpses of hope for us—the disciples not quite getting the message the first easter day, the disciples simultaneously worshipping Jesus and doubting that he was in fact alive at the conclusion of Matthew. It’s not easy. Believing—the acts of trusting and entrusting—demands my soul, my life, my all as hymnwriter said.

But we have not been left alone. The Holy Spirit whom the disciples received as the breath of the risen Jesus has been breathed on his people. He has claimed us in baptism and united us to Christ. He feeds us with the life of Christ at the Lord’s Table. He speaks to us the Word of God as the Scriptures are read and faithfuly proclaimed. Believing is not easy. But neither is it solitary. The disciples together met the risen Christ. And we, together, are invited to meet with him again today. And feed on him in our hearts by faith with Thanksgiving.

Sermon: The Last Words of Jesus; The First Words of the Church

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“Father, into your hands, I commend my spirit.” These are the last words of the crucified Jesus in the Gospel of Luke. “It is finished.” These are the last words of the crucified Jesus in the Gospel of John. Having said these words, Luke tells us, Jesus breathed his last. Having said these words, John tells us, Jesus bowed his head and gave up his spirit.

They are also the seventh and sixth speeches respectively in what is known as seven words from the cross. The arrangement of Jesus’ crucifixion speeches from all four Gospels into one whole.  And that leads I think, to their misinterpretation. And so that is where we need to begin this morning on this terrible day that we have come to call good.

The seven last words, in the arrangement we are given, are not the words of Jesus “as they actually were spoken.” God’s Spirit has left the Church with four Gospels. Four sets of memories. Four sets of theological goals. Four ways of putting those memories in the service of those goals.  Each records the death of Jesus in its own way for its own purpose. And, speaking in terms of history, to cut and paste them together into one crucifixion story with seven speeches artfully arranged does not get us closer to “what actually happened,” but takes us further away.

That does not mean there is no value in meditating on the seven last words. Two of my favourite authors, Richard John Neuhaus and Stanley Hauerwas have given short, powerful books which take the seven last words as their theme. I have preached on the seven last words. The words are worthy of reflection. They continue to speak to today. But the value we find in their collation and arrangement is not historical.  Their value is spiritual and theological.

The chief danger from reading them in sequence is that we are led to think that Jesus final work is completed before it really is. His final work is expressed in the cry of abandonment. Thereafter he can die with all things accomplished. Thereafter, he can, in comfort commit himself to his Father.

Here’s the problem with such a reading: the Christian faith insists it is the death of Jesus; neither the suffering before nor the harrowing of hell after that is his work. And if Jesus is still speaking, then he isn’t dead. If he is still speaking, then his saving work is still in front of him. The fourth, seventh, and sixth words are, in the minds of the evangelists, the same speech. They are the words Jesus speaks on the threshold of his great work—to die for the my sins, to die for your sins, to die for the sins of the whole world.

If we are to discover the true power of the seventh and sixth words from the cross, we do well not to read them as following the fourth word—the cry of abandonment, “My God, why have you forsaken me?” But as interpreting the fourth word. My God why have you forsaken me?—the last words of Jesus in the Gospel of Mark. Father, into your hands I commend my spirit—the last words of Jesus in the Gospel of Luke. It is accomplished—the last words of Jesus in the Gospel of John. They are, historically, the same speech. They are, theologically, three facets or comments on the saving work of the Lord. All three signal that Jesus is about to save the world, that Jesus is about to die. They tell us, in different ways, just what is about to happen.

So what is about to happen?

What is about to happen, according to Mark, is that Jesus is about to enter into the realm of utter godforsakenness for the sake of the world. He is about to die.

But we need to be clear about the death. This is not death that we Christians look forward to. Our death is the sundering of body from soul. Our death is the inauguration of a time of waiting—both for those who die and those who are left to mourn—a time to wait until we hear the words “sleepers awake!” A time to wait until our souls are united to perfected bodies, made fit to dwell in the presence of God in a renewed creation where all that is wrong will be set right.

Our death is still an enemy to be faced. Of that there is no doubt. But it is an enemy who has lost its sting. An enemy who confronts us with power that has already been defeated and held up to ridicule.

This death-without-its-sting, this grave-without-its-victory is what will mark our end, the end of life as we know it. The end of life that is fallen. The end of life that is waiting for its full redemption.

That is not the death Jesus dies. When Jesus dies, he faces death in full armour. He faces the Leviathan—the chaos monster of the Old Testament who is at once God’s creature and God’s enemy. He faces the dragon—John the revelator’s personification of evil. He faces the devil, resplendent in might and power as the enemy of God. Jesus dies, according to John Calvin, the one great death of the sinner. And this is not merely the sundering of body and soul, the inauguration of the timer of hope of resurrection. This is the full embrace of the judgment of God on all that God’s enemy represents. It is to face the sheer terror of annihilation, the sheer terror of Godforsakenness, the sheer terror of a final isolation and extinction, which is God’s judgment on sin.

And so, for Mark, Jesus can only cry, “My God, why have you forsaken me,” for to be forsaken by God is what it means to die the death of the sinner. To be forsaken by God is what it means to go to hell. Far more terrifying than all the fires and pitchforks the medieval imagination can come up with, to be finally and utterly alone. To be cut off from love. To be sundered from God. That is the wages of sin. That is death.  That is what Dante pictured as a frozen lake with each tormented soul fixed in place so that it cannot see nay other.

My God, why have you forsaken me? When he dies, Jesus descends into godforsakenness. Hejoins in the final battle against the unholy trinity of sin, death, and the devil.  And he does it for you. And he does it for me.

“Father into your hands, I commit my spirit.”

There is great comfort in these words.  So much so that we preserve them in our funeral liturgy. So it is that I pray at the Commendation, “Into your hands, O merciful Saviour, we commend your servant.” And I will pray again at the Committal, “we commend to almighty God our brother,” or “our sister.”

Those words are there to bring comfort to those who mourn. They are there to remind us that even if our loved one has fallen out of our hands, they have not fallen out of the hands of God. They are there to remind us that even if our loved one is now lost to our safe keeping, our loved one is not lost altogether. Our loved one, even in death, remains in the safe keeping of God until the day of resurrection. They are words that comfort Jesus.

So when we read them in the Gospel of Luke—especially when we read them as the last of a sequence of speeches—we think the saving work is done. Jesus can now die comforted in the knowledge that even as his body goes to the ground, his soul—the him of him, if that makes sense—will return to his Father. Jesus will die comforted. And so we will be comforted as we read of that death.

But this is not what Luke intends. These are words not spoken after the salvation of the world is secured, but on the threshold. They name the work yet to be done. They are not there to comfort Jesus, or us. They are there as Luke’s gloss on the cry of abandonment. They are there to declare that when Jesus enters into death, when he enters into godforsakenness, he does not go arbitrarily. He goes in completion of the mission on which he has been sent. He goes to fulfill the will of the Father. He commits his spirit to his Father, in fidelity to his Father’s plan, in trust of his Father’s ultimate goodness.

And. He. Descends.

Here, in his full humanity, the entry into godforsakenness is at the same time, the full embrace of the plan of God to reconcile the world to Godself. If there is to be any hope to be found at all, it will not be found in a theory of life after death. It will not be found in the Greek belief the  immortality of the soul. Some vague suspicion that the core of Jesus’ identity, the him of him, will after a brief terrifying moment, will enjoy eternal bliss.

Jesus’ hope—the hope of God incarnate, the hope of the God who is a man, the man who is God—will be found in the power of God to rescue him even from the finality of the grave. That God will not, in the words of the Psalmist, finally let his Holy One see the Pit, and have that terrifying vision fill his gaze forever.

Jesus does not die comforting himself after a successful mission. Jesus dies in hope that the mission will, in fact, succeed.

And because he entrusts his himself to his father in hope, we can comfort ourselves today. Because he has entered fully into death, his words of courage, his words of hope, become our words of comfort.

Father, into your hands, I commend my spirit.

“It is finished.”

Jesus does not die with a death rattle. He does not die after a final expression of relief. “It is over.” As we saw just two Sundays back, these words are words not to be read as mere acceptance of a terrible end, but as a cry of triumph. “It is accomplished!” In the Greek language in which John writes, it is a one word announcement: “Tetelestai!”

So it is that if Luke’s last words are anticipatory, John’s are proleptic. They are looking at the future as though it is already past. “It is accomplished.”

Jesus enters into godforsakenness. Jesus entrusts himself entirely to the goodness of his Father. And Jesus wins.

The death of Jesus is not just another death. It is not the death of the mistaken martyr. It is not the death of the crazy king. It is not the death of just-another-Jew hoping to deliver the Jewish people from the might of Rome. It is not the inevitable turning of the wheel of history, grinding Jesus and all before and after into dust.

It is a victory. Jesus enters into battle against sin death and the devil. They are armed. They are ready. They are mighty. Though they have been retreating as he has proclaimed the kingdom entering into history, though the demons have been exorcised and the dead raised at his word, though sins have been forgiven, now sin, death and the devil will, in a final last stand, destroy this one who comes to challenge their rule over the human race.

Jesus enters into his final battle. And in his death, he exposes that their might is a sham, that their arms are illusory, that, though enemies, they have no real power. Jesus wins. It is accomplished.

It is a victory that vindicates the Son. Jesus is not a liar. Jesus is not a lunatic. Jesus is Lord. He who was with God in the beginning has been shown to be God by his triumph over the powers of darkness. “The kingdoms of this world,” writes the revelator, and set to such powerful music by Handel, “are become the kingdoms of our Lord and of his Christ. And he shall reign forever.” Jesus enters into death. And he is vindicated.  It is accomplished.

It is a victory that shows the trustworthiness of the Father. Because all has been accomplished, now we are called in trust to live not as though nothing has changed with Christ’s death—a keep plodding onward in stoic acceptance of all that comes. Rather we are called in trust to live as though everything has changed—to keep trusting, loving, forgiving in a holy refusal to give in to despair. To cling, if only by our fingernails, in trust to the one who embraced God-forsakenness for us and to live in joyful anticipation that his victory will soon be revealed to all.

The Church of the Crucified One recognizes full well the mystery of sin and evil. It is not blind to the suffering. But the Church has no explanation for why this is so. The Church has no theory to mollify the justified rage of all the world’s victims. No explanation will work; no theory can stand with a parent at the grave of a child.

The Church has, instead, acts of lament. The Church has words to give to our grief when our words fail. My God, why have you forsaken us! The Church has, instead, wrods of trust that persist in the face of suffering and evil. Father into your hands we commit our spirits. Instead of an explanatoin, the Church has a Cross to which it points, and about which it proclaims, here is where the problem has been solved. It is accomplished. And we, the Church of the Crucified, then live as though those words—all those words—are true.

Impossible, Useful or True?

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“When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”

So says the White Queen to Alice.

I confess to finding myself turning more and more to Alice as, with each year passes, the Good News of the Gospel seems to become just a little more absurd.  And I’m not talking about doctrine, here. That a human body, crucified, dead and buried was not simply reanimated, but transformed and made fit for life with God, such that the Risen Lord could appear and disappear, could, indeed, ascend into heaven, has strained the credulity of Christianity’s critics from its earliest days. The preaching of the Cross, says Paul, is a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Greeks.

No, Christian doctrine has always been difficult.

What I mean is the Christian ethic. The ethic announced every Maundy Thursday: A new commandment I give you, that you should love one another. An ethic symbolically expressed every Maundy Thursday with a basin, a towel, and some water. This love is not a warm fuzzy, but a love that stoops to serve. A love, that Chrsitians ostensibly believe, really does not simply serve friend and enemy a like, but a love that is woven through the fabric of all creation, a love, as Dante says, that moves the stars.

That ethic, as much as the doctrine to which it gives voice (no, you don’t get to divorce Creed from practice), is, every day, just a little harder to see, just a little harder to hear, just a little harder to believe.

What is in its place? Although Christendom’s ghost still haunts our culture and our imagination, in place is an ethic that worships power. In such an ethic, political leadership is the ability to thwart the aims of your opponents and then continually humiliating them in defeat, reducing them both professionally and personally to laughing stocks. This approach to politicial leadership—explored and endorsed by Warren Kinsella in his book, Kicking Ass in Canadian Politics—knows no party bounds. All decry it; all practice it.

Although Christendom still haunts our imaginations, it is an ethic that says torture of our enemies is justifiable. Or, if we hate torture because it is up-close-and-messy, we’ll contract it out to others whose hypocrisy level is decidedly lower. Or, worse, we’ll ask our leader to sign a piece of paper that permit a solider in Virginia to pilot a drone in Pakistan that will launch a missile that will kill not only one man, but all the people in his house, it will not discriminate on age, sex, or criminal activity, because he might—MIGHT—be planning a terrorist attack against us. The current President, and I know many admire him in Canada, came to the White House promising to turn a critical eye on such practices. He has done. And he has expanded them beyond the most feverish dreams of the most hawkish Republican.  

The worship of power in politics is not a party problem. It is our problem. We are, all of us, implicated.

Of course, picking on politicians is a safe move—even if I pick on politicians we might happen to like. But Christian observance is no different. The Duke University theologian and ethicist, Stanley Hauerwas, who is, by the way, a communicant at the Church of the Holy Family, an episcopal parish in North Carolina, is fond of saying that mainline Christians, having given up on the doctrines of the faith being true, still want to harness what is useful for their social agenda. Just so we’re clear, he’s speaking from the inside. Much the same could be said for more conservative Christians who might not have not given up on the truth of Christian faith, but for whom that truth doesn’t often impinge upon an increasingly peculiar social and political vision. We—now you know which “inside” applies to me—may continue to assent to the Creed, but the reality of our confession stops at the church door, Sunday at noon.

Christians too have found their witness compromised by drinking from the same poisoned chalice as the wider culture.

Power is the object of devotion. Religion is useful in the service of power.  We are all neo-pagans now. We are back in pagan Rome. And we, with each day, find it that much harder to believe that the world could be any other way. We find it that much harder to think and act as though it’s not violence all the way down to very quanta of our universe.

At our best, we are like Edie Stall in the movie, A History of Violence, who prays and serves meatloaf and tries to maintain the illusion of peace in the family. At our worst, we are like her husband, Tom, who knows that if that illusion of peace is to be maintained, he has to be willing to be just that much more ruthless than his enemies. We’re not bad people. We don’t want to eliminate our friends. We’re just like Michael Corleone in the Godfather II, who gives us a glimpse into his own leadership style when he says to his consigliere, Tom Hayden, “I don’t feel I have to wipe everybody out, Tom. Just my enemies.”

Edie Stall—horrified at her husband’s capacity for killing, but prayerfully acquiescing to its necessity. Tom Stall—a peaceful man ready to do what he has to do to protect his family. Michael Corleone—the mobster who can’t get clean because his enemies keep coming. They are cinematic personifications of what the Bible calls the principalities and powers. Those spiritual forces whose power lies in their ability to frighten us to death. Who call us to embrace them because, they say, they will destroy us if we don’t.  Who insist that they are not evil. They are just part and parcel of the deepest structures of the world. They are the way the world really is.

And here comes Jesus, with a pitcher, a basin, and a towel. Here comes Jesus saying love each other. Here comes Jesus, showing with a towel, a basin, and a pitcher that our embrace of violence, our love of power, is to embrace literally, nothing. Here comes Jesus, refusing the trappings of power, looking—well really, weak.

And it will only get worse. Tonight—On this very night is how we will pray in just a few moments—he will be handed over to his enemies. On this very night he will remain silent before his accusers. On this very night he will begin his final task.

And what does John say? John says this hour is the hour for which Christ came. John insists that tonight and tomorrow, in the midst of the most horrific violence inflicted on a human being, it is that human being who is in control. John says that when he utters his last words tomorrow afternoon, it is not a defeated, “It’s over,” but a triumphant “It is accomplished.”

John says, here, on the cross, Jesus displays the true power that exposes the false power of the principalities. Here, John says, in the power of self-emptying love, Jesus defeats his enmies, his father’s enemies, our enemies. Here, on the cross, we see the love that is written on the fabric of the universe. The love that is, to borrow from Narnia, the deeper magic that was written before the dawn of time. The love that moves the stars.

The love that comes to us tonight in a basin, a pitcher and a towel.  A love that bids us follow. A love that presents a vision of human being that is not just useful, but true.