Showing posts with label Forgiveness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Forgiveness. Show all posts

Monday, July 20, 2020

A short story: Ashwell and the Radio

Yesterday I did the children's story at church. Telling the children's story is harder than preaching a sermon any day. The sermon (Marg preached) was on Jesus' encounter with the woman taken in adultery (Jn 8) -- a contested passage, but also a fascinating story that Marg dealt well with. My story was a memory of an offence and forgiveness 45+ years ago. Here it is.

The Freedom of Forgiveness
Many years ago when the world was young, or at least when I was younger than I am now, I taught high school in a country called Zimbabwe. I taught English classes and Mathematics classes, and I coached the high school soccer team at a school named Matopo Secondary School.

In order to play soccer, you have to have good soccer equipment. Every Saturday morning, a high school student named Ashwell came to my house to check the soccer ball. We had a lot of thorns on the ground, and he often had to open the ball up and take out the thorns and patch the ball, so that we could use it for our practices and games.

One Saturday, I went into the nearby city of Bulawayo for the day. Ashwell came to my house as usual and sat on the veranda to take care of our soccer equipment. When I got home in the evening, I noticed something inside my living room. I had a transistor radio to listen to the news and sports and music and such. Well, my radio had been moved. It was easy to pick up and carry, and I could tell that someone had come in to my house and used my radio. It had to be Ashwell!

I went down to where the male students had their rooms and found Ashwell. I asked him if he had gone into my house and borrowed my radio. It was a creepy feeling, knowing that he could have walked all over my house and gotten anything he wanted to from it.

Ashwell was clearly scared. He admitted that he had gone into the living room and brought the radio out. You could see that he thought I was going to report him to the principal of the school and get him in real trouble. He apologized and said he was really sorry for going in to my house and using my stuff without asking.

When I went down to Ashwell’s room, I was really quite upset. As I said, it was creepy knowing he had gone into my house without asking. But when he apologized, something happened. I realized I didn’t need to stay angry. I didn’t need to get him in trouble. I said something like, “Well, you have apologized and I forgive you. Don’t do it again.”

Somehow, apologizing and forgiving set us both free from what he had done. It doesn’t always work so simply, but this basic idea is true. Admitting what we have done and being forgiven really does set us free to live the way that we should. Ashwell and I were able to resume a good relationship and he kept coming to my house to work on the soccer equipment.

Most important of all, when we admit what we’ve done wrong to God, God forgives us and sets us free to live a better life. Ashwell and I are actually no different from each other. We both needed to admit to God who we really were, so that God’s mercy could flow over us. Mercy’s a big word – it’s another way of talking about God’s love. God loved all of us so much that God’s Son (Jesus) came to pour out God’s love and mercy in our lives.

Postscript: It would be interesting to know what Ashwell (not his real name) thought of the whole incident. He might remember quite differently from the way I have just recounted. That's one reason I didn't use his real name; besides, I didn't ask him if I could tell this story.


Sunday, November 03, 2019

Hoping for Hope


We have just finished our “You asked for it” series, and today we have texts found in the church’s lectionary. The lectionary follows the church’s year – beginning with Advent, moving through the Christmas season, the weeks of Lent, and then Easter and Pentecost. Finally, there is this space between Pentecost and the next Advent, called “Ordinary Time” – that is, the ordinary time in which we live, showing in daily life what it means to be a follower of Jesus.

The various seasons of the church’s year each celebrate a particular theme or event. Advent deals with the preparation for the birth of Jesus. Christmas remembers that birth. Lent prepares for the death of Jesus. Easter covers Jesus’ death and resurrection. Ordinary time has no overarching theme. It is simply life as we live it. As such, the readings in Ordinary Time also cover a wide variety of themes.

Today, we have a Psalm that celebrates God’s goodness and grace towards those who give themselves into God’s care. Then we heard the story of Zacchaeus, telling of the beginning of his walk as a follower of Jesus. We could easily make this morning’s message an application of Lee’s sermon last week on the two ways. Zacchaeus chose to walk towards Jesus, giving up all that he had been in order to become what Jesus wanted him to be.

Psalm 32
This psalm is the second of seven so-called “penitential psalms”. That is, in this Psalm, David (presumably) confesses his sins and receives God’s forgiveness.
·         Vv 1-2: The blessing and joy of forgiveness. Living outside God’s love and care is painful; living inside God’s love and care is “blessing”. This word, blessing, is fuller than I can describe. It includes the idea that our lives are full of the spiritual gift of self-control (Gal 5), as well as full of joy and delight.

We use this word a lot in Christian circles. “Bless you!” when someone sneezes. “God bless you,” as someone leaves. The word “goodbye” comes from this “God bless you”. We pray for God’s blessings on our family and friends and on ourselves. What is blessing? A whole sermon is here! Enough for now to say that it includes the fullness of God’s presence and care, protecting and guiding us and giving us joy. Christians are happy people, or at least we should be!

·         Vv 3-5: When we pretend that there is nothing wrong with us and that we’re okay, life is hard and bitter. There is no “blessing”! Often enough, the problems we face are not our fault, but for all of us there is some rebellion, some sense of self-direction inside, which we need to confess to God. We stop trying to fix everything. We can’t, anyway! We turn to God and admit (that’s what “confess” means) our own selfishness, and we throw ourselves on the mercy of the court, on God’s mercy.

·         Vv 6-7: In return, God gives us help and hope. The rising waters – not necessarily a literal flood, even in Manitoba! – cannot reach us. We are safe, even as the troubles continue to swirl around us.

The verses we did not read include God’s response, promising to protect and guide (verses 8 and 9), and then giving a general praise for the whole congregation, as they experience God’s goodness and grace (verses 10 and 11).

Luke 19
The story of Zacchaeus is one we know well. The incident takes place near the end of that part of Luke’s Gospel we call “On the road to Jerusalem”, which starts at the end of chapter 9. This section of the Gospel prepares the way for the Passion accounts of Easter week, giving about 10 chapters of Jesus’ teaching. Most of the miracles recorded in Luke occur in chapters 1 to 9; most of the teaching in chapters 10 to 19.
                                                                                                              
We begin the story as Jesus and his disciples enter Jericho. Their journey had started in Galilee, 80 some miles north of Jerusalem. Now Jesus has come almost within sight of his goal, about 15 miles east and a bit north. Just before entering the city (chapter 18), Jesus heals a blind man, who is then ready to follow him. In our passage, Zacchaeus chooses to follow him. Both the blind man and Zacchaeus stand in sharp contrast with the events that follow as Jesus enters Jerusalem. There, the religious leaders and the people reject Jesus, leading to the crucifixion.

Zacchaeus was a tax collector. As such, he made his fortune by over-charging people on their taxes and keeping the excess. Religious people and ordinary people alike hated the tax collectors, and all of his wealth could not hide from him the hatred that he encountered on every side. He had heard about Jesus, wandering slowly through the countryside teaching and healing. He had heard that Jesus was an unusual teacher. Perhaps he had heard that Jesus accepted people like him, whom nobody else liked.

In any case, when he went to see Jesus coming into Jericho, he found his way blocked by the crowds. He climbed up into a tree so as to see better, and there Jesus found him. Jesus called to him and demonstrated an immediate connection, full of grace and acceptance. He responded to God’s grace in a way that echoes the general theme of Psalm 32, and he received forgiveness and new life. He immediately demonstrated that new life in his commitment to make things right with everyone he had cheated – an endeavour that, if he followed through on it, could leave him impoverished. The story doesn’t tell us, but I wonder what he could have left after restoring everyone fourfold for any extra taxes he had collected.

It didn’t matter. Whatever he had left at the end, he also had something worth far more – “Today salvation has come to this house!” Jesus pronounced him a child of Abraham. Jesus made it clear that Zacchaeus was blessed, and Zacchaeus rejoiced in new life given him at that moment.

And Us?
What about us? I suppose we could read these two passages as a riff on the theme of the two ways that Lee preached on last week. So it is. I want to pick up on one piece of that theme.

The person who confesses before God [which generally also means confessing before God’s people] receives new life, with a joy and delight that the Psalmist describes with the word “Blessed!” What does this new life look like? When you confess yourself before God, what are you hoping for?

You will have to answer for yourself what you are hoping for. Perhaps the safety and security the Psalmist describes. Perhaps the inclusion in God’s people (and communion with God) that Jesus describes for Zacchaeus. In any case, I can tell what I think Jesus actually gives.

I mentioned safety and security – the Psalmist describes it this way: “Therefore let all the faithful pray to you while you may be found; surely the rising of the mighty waters will not reach them. You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.” If this is a Psalm of David, we can say that this was not David’s experience at every point. He was safe – as long as he lived within God’s will.

I have just finished reading 2 Samuel with the story of David, and he was not always “safe and secure” after he became king. When he had Uriah killed and took Uriah’s wife for his own, he experienced the problems that flow from bad life choices. When his problems with the way he raised his sons led to Absalom’s rebellion, he experienced serious problems with his rule of Israel in the years that followed.

We can say, then, that committing our lives to God does not protect us from our own bad choices. We still experience the consequences of our own choices. Sometimes we experience problems that are not our fault. Are we still “safe and secure”? This is a hard question. What I can say with confidence is this: As we seek God’s presence, as we live “in Christ” – where Christ is like a physical space in which we live – we receive strength and grace to deal with the hard times of life. “Surely the rising waters will not sweep us away!” The waters of trouble are still there; we still experience them, but they cannot destroy us. I think that’s what happened with Zacchaeus.

When that happens, something else happens too. We are changed. We are transformed. We may continue to experience problems, but they no longer threaten us at the core of our being. We rise above them (to use a common expression).

Many years ago, I heard Jon Bonk tell a story from East Africa. He called it the story of Indegi (the Swahili name for the eagle). I call him “Ukhosi”, the Ndebele word for eagle. Here is the story of Ukhosi and the Old Man.

One day, an old man was walking through the African bush. As the sun was going down, he came to a village and decided to stay there for the night. At the gate of the village, he called out, “Ekuhle.” (Is it good [for me to come in]?) The father of the village replied, “Yebo, umdala. Ngena!” (Come in, old man.) They sat and visited as food was prepared and a bed made ready. As they talked, the old man saw an eagle running around on the ground, pecking for corn with the chickens.

“Baba,” he said, “Why is Ukhosi running on the ground like inkuku?” [He didn’t say it, but “ukhosi” sounds like the word for Lord, and inkuku just means a silly chicken.]

“Yes, umdala,” the father replied, “I found him on the ground when he was very small. He must have fallen from the nest. I raised him here with the chickens, and he thinks he is a chicken.”

The old man found this disturbing, such a majestic creature, reduced to pecking corn on the ground with the chickens.” “Baba,” he said, “may I try something.” “Of course, my friend.” The old man got up and went to the eagle. He picked him up and whispered to him, “Ukhosi, you are not a chicken. You are an eagle!” Then he threw him in the air to help him fly. Ukhosi fell to the ground with a thud.

The old man stepped over to him and picked him up again. Climbing into the tree to get some height, he whispered again to the eagle, “Ukhosi, you are not a chicken. You are an eagle!” Then he threw him in the air as high as he could. Ukhosi fell to the ground helpless and winded, then scuttled off to hide.

The old man pursued him and finally caught him. Climbing on top of the highest hut in the village, he repeated his words to the eagle, “Ukhosi, you are not a chicken. You are an eagle!” This time, Ukhosi fell even further and harder and lay on the ground trembling. He didn’t run away. It seemed to him that the old man would just catch him and torment him again.

The old man was discouraged and sat down to his meal with the people from the village, apologizing for his behaviour. Darkness fell, and he went to bed, but he couldn’t sleep. Finally, late at night, after midnight, he got up and went searching for the eagle. He found him on a low branch in a tree, sleeping with his head tucked under his wing like the chickens around him.

The old man picked him off the branch before the eagle knew what was happening. Then he started to walk out from the village. They walked across the plain. For hours and hours they walked. Ukhosi wondered where they were going. Then they started climbing. Their path wound higher and higher among the rocks, climbing up a mountainside.

The sun rose above the plain, shining brightly, as they came to the edge of a cliff looking out over the valley. Ukhosi looked down, amazed. He thought he had never been so high. The old man held him up and spoke aloud to him, “Ukhosi, you are not a chicken. You are an eagle!” Then he threw him as far from the cliff as he could, and Ukhosi started to fall. Faster and faster he fell, the wind whistling about his ears. He closed his eyes shut tightly and clamped his wings against his body as hard as he could, but the wind was too strong for him. It ripped a wing out from his body, and to steady himself he put out the other wing. Then the wind stopped, and he cautiously opened his eyes. He found that he was gliding in a big circle above the plain.

He tested one wing and then the other. Soon he was moving his eyes up and down in large gentle beats, and he began to rise still in big circles. He came level with the old man on the cliff edge, and as he turned to fly away for a new start and a new life, he heard the old man call after him, “Remember, Ukhosi, you are not a chicken! You are an eagle!”

We are God’s eagles living in a world that wants us to think we are chickens. We are made like our Lord. We are, if you will, of royal blood, even if we think that we are cheap and weak and worth little. You and I are worth the world. Jesus died for you. Jesus died for me. God transforms us so that we live in the problems of our lives as God’s children. “They who wait on the Lord will renew their strength. They will mount up with wings as eagles. They will run and not be worry. They will walk and not faint.” Remember, my friends; you are not chickens. You are eagles!


Texts
Psalm 32: 1-7
Blessed is the one whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered.
Blessed is the one whose sin the Lord does not count against them and in whose spirit is no deceit.
When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
For day and night your hand was heavy on me; my strength was sapped as in the heat of summer.
Then I acknowledged my sin to you and did not cover up my iniquity. I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord.” And you forgave the guilt of my sin.
Therefore let all the faithful pray to you while you may be found; surely the rising of the mighty waters will not reach them.
You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.

Luke 19: 1-10
19 Jesus entered Jericho and was passing through. A man was there by the name of Zacchaeus; he was a chief tax collector and was wealthy. He wanted to see who Jesus was, but because he was short he could not see over the crowd. So he ran ahead and climbed a sycamore-fig tree to see him, since Jesus was coming that way.
When Jesus reached the spot, he looked up and said to him, “Zacchaeus, come down immediately. I must stay at your house today.” So he came down at once and welcomed him gladly.
All the people saw this and began to mutter, “He has gone to be the guest of a sinner.” But Zacchaeus stood up and said to the Lord, “Look, Lord! Here and now I give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount.” Jesus said to him, “Today salvation has come to this house, because this man, too, is a son of Abraham. 10 For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.”

Steinbach Mennonite Church

3 Nov 2019


Going Deeper Questions:
·         Who is the old man in the story? I don’t think he is God – that doesn’t quite fit. So what does he represent? Where does God fit in all of this?
·         What is the connection between repentance and blessing? What is “blessing” anyway?
·         What part does our choice play in the situations we face? We can’t just choose a good life, so what do we choose anyway?
·         What are you hoping for when you confess? Are you hoping for Heaven – or freedom from Hell – or a good life on earth? What are you hoping for?

Sunday, July 08, 2018

A Patient Ferment

The title of this sermon comes from the title of a book by Alan Kreider. Kreider describes the process of growth by which the early church moved –almost irresistibly – from an insignificant group of people on the margins of the Empire to the established religion of the Empire.

When we remember what the first church was – a small group rallying around an unknown Jewish Rabbi, it is more than a little surprising that within 300 years it became the driving force of the Roman Empire. What happened? The New Testament tells the story of the first church. In Acts 17, Paul and Silas’ opponents in Thessalonica call them “these men who have turned the world upside down” (NKJV). The NIV renders the same phrase as: “These men who have caused trouble all over the world”. In any case, they were highly active and they demanded a response. They were the sort of group that one might expect to take over the Empire!

That all changed under persecution. The Roman Emperors recognized a threat to their authority, and they responded vigorously. First Nero, then Domitian (followed by others) sought out Christians to kill them. The book of Revelation may reflect persecution under Domitian. Persecution waxed and waned for about 250 years between the time of Nero and the time of Constantine. During this period, church worship moved underground, and yet the church continued to grow steadily, irresistibly. Why?

Kreider describes the process with these two words: “patient ferment”. The growth was like fermentation in the process of making bread. It is a quiet, almost invisible, process, but it moves with remarkable power. The word “patient” refers to the virtue of patience, which Christians of this period saw as vital to their lives. They did not respond to persecution with efforts to defeat their enemies, but with a patient embrace of God, of each other, and of their enemies. This patience formed the bedrock of their lives as they embraced the way of Christ without asking if it would prove to be effective against the Roman Empire. They knew that God’s resurrection power was at work in their lives, regardless of external circumstances.

What does all of this have to do with our texts? What does all of this have to do with our lives today? We walk through the texts together and then return to the patient ferment of the early church as a guide for our lives today.

2 Samuel 5
My theme this morning is that the church grows best when it is outwardly weak. The passage in which David was made king seems to say the opposite. David began as a shepherd in Bethlehem and then became a servant in King Saul’s house. He rose to prominence as a military leader under Saul, which earned him Saul’s enmity. He spent the next several years on the run, an outlaw chief of an outlaw band. When Saul died, Israel’s elders installed David as King. He was 30 years old when he became king and reigned for 40 years. When he was made king, he established Jerusalem as his capital. Verses 6 to 8 tell how he conquered Jerusalem and made it his own.

David was “a man after God’s own heart” (1 Samuel 13:14), chosen by God to replace Saul. Under his son, Solomon, Israel became a regional power. A mark of Jesus as the Messiah of God was that he was “Son of David”. The last verse of our text notes: “[David] became more and more powerful, because the LORD God Almighty was with him.” We could almost think that this story intends to illustrate how to be strong and good, but ….

But indeed. Remember that stories in the Bible tell us what happened. It is a common mistake to assume that “is” means “should be”. The way that David lived is critiqued even within the story itself. The truth is that his great contribution was to begin the family in which the Messiah would be born. All of his political and military achievements are worth less than this simple fact: The son who came from his wife, Bathsheba (a Gentile and another man’s wife), was the ancestor of the Messiah. God’s triumph, come through David’s failure.

2 Corinthians 12
In 2 Corinthians, Paul defends himself against people he calls “super-apostles” – people who claim great and wonderful religious experiences for themselves, and claim also that Paul has no real standing as an apostle because he can’t match their spiritual power and authority.

In the verses we heard earlier, Paul replies to their charges by embracing them. “You’re right!” he says. “I am as weak as you say, but not for the reason that you think.” He observes that he has had spiritual experiences to match theirs. He has had visions that have taken him into the “third heaven” and into paradise. We don’t need to know exactly what he meant by these terms. It is enough to know that he was – in human terms – a spiritual adept.

Acts 20 tells us that he also had spiritual power. You remember the incident in which a young man named Eutychus fell asleep while Paul was preaching. Paul went to him and brought him back to life. Clearly, Paul could have competed in terms of spiritual experiences and of spiritual power, but he chose not to do so.

Why not? Paul had learned that we are in fact helpless to control life. His close relationship with God and the power of God’s Spirit within him could not cure a particular problem in his own life, what he calls his “thorn in the flesh” and “a messenger from Satan”. We don’t know what it was. Speculations abound – from physical ailments to spiritual dryness, but we simply don’t know. It doesn’t matter. The point is that he realised his helplessness and weakness. That recognition released God’s presence and power in his life. “God’s power is made perfect in human weakness. When I am weak, then I am strong.” This passage shapes the way I read the account in 2 Samuel 5. This idea appears again in our gospel reading.

Mark 6
The gospel passage contains two parts. First, Jesus and his disciples arrive in Nazareth, his home town. In chapter 4, Jesus taught in parables and calmed a stormy sea. In chapter 5, he cast out demons, raised a dead girl, and healed a sick woman. People responded with wonder, gathering around him in great crowds. In Nazareth, the people responded quite differently. They say, “We’ve heard remarkable stories about this man, but we know him! He is Mary’s son. His brothers and sisters live here with us. We saw him grow up. Who does he think he is!”

Jesus responds with a proverb, “A prophet is not without honour, except in his own town.” He healed a few people, who evidently were willing to trust him to mediate God’s power to them, but then he and his disciples moved on to other places.

Second, Jesus sends his disciples intentionally into the surrounding villages. He tells them to preach the gospel of repentance and he gives them authority to cast out demons. [That is how I read verses 10 to 12.] He also tells them to rely completely on him. [That is how I read his instructions in verses 8 and 9.] If we look at ourselves, we must admit that we tend to rely on our own abilities. We plan carefully, train as well as we can, and then do God’s work in the church. Jesus makes it clear that such preparations, however important, are secondary. No extra supplies. No extra money. Just go and preach wherever they will accept you.

This second point is, I think, another example of Paul’s statement, “God’s power is made perfect in human weakness.” When we rely on human strength and wisdom to do God’s work, we fail. When we embrace our helplessness in human terms, God releases God’s power and wisdom to work through us.

The Patient Ferment of the Early Church
How does this theme of human weakness relate to the Early Church, as described by Kreider? The NT church acted in power, with miracles like the ones during Jesus’ own ministry. The first Christians were open in their proclamation of the gospel, as the book of Acts makes clear. They were a small group on the margins of the Empire, but they acted with the confidence of people who knew that God was working in and through them for the salvation of the world.

Then persecution set in. To be a Christian was hazardous. Many died in the arena, martyrs for their faith. Christians became quiet in the public square, allowing their lives to demonstrate God’s presence. Alan Kreider observes that their steady, patient obedience to Christ, lived in their human weakness, became a beacon that drew people irresistibly to Christ.

One story among many: Kreider tells how Christians living in Carthage (North Africa) responded to an outbreak of plague in their city. Around 250 AD, the plague (some form of highly contagious disease) broke out in the city. It was so bad that people put their own sick family members out in the street and left them to die. Under the leadership of their bishop, Cyprian, Christians began to treat the dying people left in the street. Risking their own lives, they treated all the sick people alike, whether Christian or non-Christian.

Their courageous love brought an end to the persecution of Christians in North Africa. Confronted with the kind of love that ignored all barriers, people realised that their impressions of Christians as enemies of the city were wrong. This active love in the face of danger unlocked people’s hearts and predisposed them to respond favourably to the gospel.

Kreider’s basic point is simple. In times of persecution, the early church grew because they loved each other and loved the world around them with God’s love. Their automatic reaction [what Kreider calls their “habitus” – we might say “habitual reactions”, i.e., their first response] to any situation was derived from the life and teachings of Christ. They lived this way consistently and patiently, all the time. Fifty years ago, Stephen Neill described their lives this way:
In those days to be a Christian meant something. Doubtless among the pagans there were many who lived upright and even noble lives. Yet all our evidence goes to show that in that decaying world sexual laxity had gone almost to the limits of the possible, and that slavery had brought with it the inevitable accompaniments of cruelty and the cheapening of the value of human life. Christians were taught to regard their bodies as temples of the Holy Spirit. The Church did not attempt to forbid or abolish slavery; it drew the sting of it by reminding masters and slaves alike that they had a common Master … and that they were brothers in the faith. (A History of Christian Missions, 1964, 41)

And Today?
I think that the same lesson applies to us today. Fifty years ago, the church had significant political and economic power in North America. Today, we have far less. We have moved from the centre of society to the margins. To be a Christian is to have many people assume that we have checked our brains at the door. It does no good to protest that our faith is rational and loving; many Canadians see Christians as bigoted, dumb, and out of touch with reality.

How can we change their minds? Not by arguing with them, and not by preaching at them. Apologetics is important, and organizations such as Ravi Zacharias Ministries International demonstrate the intellectual substance of Christian faith. Evangelism is important, and Operation Mobilization (among others) does well at helping Christians share their faith. But more important than anything else is a simple acceptance of our human weakness. We can own our failures and seek God’s help renewing our lives. We can embrace God’s love and develop a lifestyle of responding in God’s love to everything that happens. Like the Christians in Carthage, we can return love for hate and embrace those we most fear. Patiently, consistently, lovingly, we live the life of Christ, day by day with everyone around us. When we embrace our weakness, God’s power is released in us, and we discover the wonders of God’s grace and love in our lives.

As an illustration, I want to share a story told recently in Christianity Today (April 20, 2018). It begins with these words:
You have seen my picture a thousand times. It’s a picture that made the world gasp—a picture that defined my life. I am nine years old, running along a puddled roadway in front of an expressionless soldier, arms outstretched, naked, shrieking in pain and fear, the dark contour of a napalm cloud billowing in the distance.

My own people, the South Vietnamese, had been bombing trade routes used by the Viet Cong rebels. I had not been targeted, of course. I had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Those bombs have brought me immeasurable pain. Even now, some 40 years later, I am still receiving treatment for burns that cover my arms, back, and neck. The emotional and spiritual pain was even harder to endure.

Kim Phuc Phan Thi tells her full story in a 2017 book titled, Fire Road: The Napalm Girl’s Journey through the Horrors of War to Faith, Forgiveness, and Peace. This article is a brief excerpt. She tells how she survived the bombing. The photographer took the children to the hospital after he took the picture. The doctors did not think she would survive, but she did – after 17 surgeries over 14 months. She tells us that her parents were leaders within the Cao Dai religion. Here is her description:
Cao Dai is universalist in nature. … [I]t recognizes all religions as having “one same divine origin, which is God, or Allah, or the Tao, or the Nothingness,” or pretty much any other deity you could imagine. “You are god, and god is you”—we had this mantra ingrained in us. We were equal-opportunity worshipers, giving every god a shot. …

For years, I prayed to the gods of Cao Dai for healing and peace. But as one prayer after another went unanswered, it became clear that either they were nonexistent or they did not care to lend a hand.

She was nine years old when the bombs dropped. Over the next 12 years she looked for help to deal with the crippling physical and emotional and spiritual pain she bore. She writes:
In 1982, I found myself crouched inside Saigon’s central library, pulling Vietnamese books of religion off the shelves one by one. The stack in front of me included books on Bahá’í, Buddhism, Hinduism, Islam, and Cao Dai. It also contained a copy of the New Testament. I thumbed through several books before pulling the New Testament into my lap. An hour later, I had picked my way through the Gospels, and at least two themes had become abundantly clear.

First, despite all that I had learned through Cao Dai … Jesus presented himself as the way, the truth, and the life (John 14:6). His entire ministry, it seemed, pointed to one straightforward claim: “I am the way you get to God; there is no other way but me.” Second, this Jesus had suffered in defense of his claim. He had been mocked, tortured, and killed. Why would he endure these things, I wondered, if he were not, in fact, God?

I had never been exposed to this side of Jesus—the wounded one, the one who bore scars. I turned over this new information in my mind as a gem in my hand, relishing the light that was cast from all sides. The more I read, the more I came to believe that he really was who he said he was, that he really had done what he said he had done, and that—most important to me—he really would do all that he had promised in his Word.

That Christmas Eve, she found herself in a small church in Saigon. The pastor spoke simply, of the gift we give at Christmas, and of the greatest gift ever given, when God gave God’s Son, Jesus. She writes that she was desperate for peace and joy to replace the bitterness and desire for death she felt so deeply.
So when the pastor finished speaking, I stood up, stepped out into the aisle, and made my way to the front of the sanctuary to say yes to Jesus Christ. And there, in a small church in Vietnam, mere miles from the street where my journey had begun amid the chaos of war—on the night before the world would celebrate the birth of the Messiah—I invited Jesus into my heart. When I woke up that Christmas morning, I experienced the kind of healing that can only come from God. I was finally at peace.

Kim Phuc still lives today with the physical consequences of that horror-filled day when the bombs rained down on her village, but she adds something of vital importance: “Today, I thank God for that picture. Today, I thank God for everything—even for that road. Especially for that road.” (As a side note to her story, she lives today in the Toronto area. She defected to Canada in 1996 and became a citizen in 1997. She has established the Kim Phuc Foundation International for healing children of war. Wikipedia quotes her from an interview with NPR as saying, “Forgiveness made me free from hatred. I still have many scars on my body and severe pain most days but my heart is cleansed. Napalm is very powerful, but faith, forgiveness, and love are much more powerful.”

There is perhaps a sense of incongruity in using this story. I have stressed that the gospel comes in a quiet way beneath the surface of the great events, so we may wonder if a story so dramatic and startling quite fits what I have been saying. Listen again to the words from that last quote: “Napalm is very powerful, but faith, forgiveness, and love are much more powerful.” The world around us depends on dramatic and destructive power, but life, the true life of God, comes silently beneath the surface. That life, full of faith and forgiveness and love, proves to be far stronger than the roar and desolation of napalm bombs. God’s strength is made perfect in human weakness, and when we discover our essential helplessness, we receive the power of God. Amen.


Grace Bible Church
8 July 2018
Texts
2 Samuel 5:1-5, 9-10
All the tribes of Israel came to David at Hebron and said, “We are your own flesh and blood. In the past, while Saul was king over us, you were the one who led Israel on their military campaigns. And the Lord said to you, ‘You will shepherd my people Israel, and you will become their ruler.’”
When all the elders of Israel had come to King David at Hebron, the king made a covenant with them at Hebron before the Lord, and they anointed David king over Israel. David was thirty years old when he became king, and he reigned forty years. In Hebron he reigned over Judah seven years and six months, and in Jerusalem he reigned over all Israel and Judah thirty-three years. …
David then took up residence in the fortress and called it the City of David. He built up the area around it, from the terraces inward. 10 And he became more and more powerful, because the Lord God Almighty was with him.

2 Corinthians 12:2-10
I know a man in Christ who fourteen years ago was caught up to the third heaven. Whether it was in the body or out of the body I do not know—God knows. And I know that this man—whether in the body or apart from the body I do not know, but God knows— was caught up to paradise and heard inexpressible things, things that no one is permitted to tell. I will boast about a man like that, but I will not boast about myself, except about my weaknesses. Even if I should choose to boast, I would not be a fool, because I would be speaking the truth. But I refrain, so no one will think more of me than is warranted by what I do or say, or because of these surpassingly great revelations. Therefore, in order to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10 That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

Mark 6:1-13
Jesus left there and went to his hometown, accompanied by his disciples. When the Sabbath came, he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were amazed.
“Where did this man get these things?” they asked. “What’s this wisdom that has been given him? What are these remarkable miracles he is performing? Isn’t this the carpenter? Isn’t this Mary’s son and the brother of James, Joseph, Judas and Simon? Aren’t his sisters here with us?” And they took offense at him.
Jesus said to them, “A prophet is not without honor except in his own town, among his relatives and in his own home.” He could not do any miracles there, except lay his hands on a few sick people and heal them.He was amazed at their lack of faith.
Then Jesus went around teaching from village to village. Calling the Twelve to him, he began to send them out two by two and gave them authority over impure spirits. These were his instructions: “Take nothing for the journey except a staff—no bread, no bag, no money in your belts. Wear sandals but not an extra shirt. 10 Whenever you enter a house, stay there until you leave that town. 11 And if any place will not welcome you or listen to you, leave that place and shake the dust off your feet as a testimony against them.”
12 They went out and preached that people should repent. 13 They drove out many demons and anointed many sick people with oil and healed them.

Sunday, October 30, 2016

A Re-Formed People

Today we celebrate Reformation Sunday, remembering the courage and integrity of Christians who, almost five hundred years ago, stood against the corruption and moral decay of the church around them and sought for God’s renewal. Yesterday I was part of a celebration of the 500th anniversary of the Reformation, beginning with Martin Luther’s 95 Theses in 1517. The Presbyterian Church in Canada has sponsored this celebration, running from 2013 to 2017, focussing on one of the famous mottos of the Reformation: Sola gratia, Sola fide, Sola Scriptura, Solus Christus, Soli Deo Gloria. Yesterday we talked about the theme “Christ Alone”.

Today we look at two passages of Scripture to give shape to our thoughts: 2 Thessalonians 1:1-4 and 11-12, and Luke 19:1-10. After we look a bit more at these two texts we ask what they tell us about the continued need for reformation in the church today.

2 Thessalonians 1:1-4, 11-12
3 We ought always to thank God for you, brothers and sisters, and rightly so, because your faith is growing more and more, and the love all of you have for one another is increasing. 4 Therefore, among God’s churches we boast about your perseverance and faith in all the persecutions and trials you are enduring.
11 With this in mind, we constantly pray for you, that our God may make you worthy of his calling, and that by his power he may bring to fruition your every desire for goodness and your every deed prompted by faith. 12 We pray this so that the name of our Lord Jesus may be glorified in you, and you in him, according to the grace of our God and the Lord Jesus Christ.

The introduction to Paul’s letter to the Thessalonians is interesting. He begins with thanks to God for their growing faith and increasing love. They are people he likes to hold up to others as examples of how to persevere in the face of trouble and persecution. So he prays for them that they will remain this kind of people.

There is in verses 11 and 12 a hint of concern that they might not follow through on the great promise they have shown so far.
  •          We pray that God may make you worthy of his calling.
  •          We pray that God may use his power to bring you to full maturity and faith.
  •          We pray that Jesus may be glorified in the way that you live by God’s grace.

But did not Paul already thank God for doing these things in them? It sounds as though they are wonderful examples of Christian faith—who need to be careful lest their good example goes bad.

From this caution we can infer that we are always on the edge of reformation. Consider what the word means. To Re-Form: to form or take one’s proper shape again. The word implies a malformation, a disease of shape, a failure of vision. In the 1500s the existing Roman Catholic Church had lost something of its original strength and goodness. Corruption in the form of indulgences and corruption within the ecclesiastical process generally resulted in a misshapen church, different from the true church of Jesus Christ.

The Reformers did not usually seek to found another church, but to bring the Catholic Church back to its original vigour and strength. Official reaction, seeking to preserve official privilege, pushed the reformers out of the Catholic Church. This reaction was not a Catholic response only; the Anabaptists similarly were forced out of the Reformed Church in Zurich, under Ulrich Zwingli. There was in fact a movement along many parallel tracks, some within the Roman Catholic Church and some without, which led to the re-formation of corrupt structures and people. We also become malformed, misshapen, even when we seek to be faithful. We also live on the edge of needed re-formation.

Luke 19:1-10
19 Jesus entered Jericho and was passing through. 2 A man was there by the name of Zacchaeus; he was a chief tax collector and was wealthy. 3 He wanted to see who Jesus was, but because he was short he could not see over the crowd. 4 So he ran ahead and climbed a sycamore-fig tree to see him, since Jesus was coming that way.
5 When Jesus reached the spot, he looked up and said to him, “Zacchaeus, come down immediately. I must stay at your house today.” 6 So he came down at once and welcomed him gladly. 7 All the people saw this and began to mutter, “He has gone to be the guest of a sinner.”
8 But Zacchaeus stood up and said to the Lord, “Look, Lord! Here and now I give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount.” 9 Jesus said to him, “Today salvation has come to this house, because this man, too, is a son of Abraham. 10 For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.”

The story of Zacchaeus tells a similar story, but this time from the perspective of one individual. Zacchaeus was a tax collector, a man of means and official power, but also despised by the people and a social outcast. However much money he had made from collecting taxes corruptly, he clearly felt his “uncleanness” within his social context. So when he hears about the travelling rabbi, Jesus, who has healed so many people and can even cleanse the social outcast, he climbs a tree to see him. Jesus stops under the tree and calls Zacchaeus down to host him at his house. Jesus willingly accepts the status of unclean himself in order to re-form the socially diseased tax collector. The result is Zacchaeus’ complete repentance, so that Jesus pronounces his salvation.

The need for re-formation may exist at the institutional level. It exists also at the personal level. Institutions are made up of individuals who choose right or wrong, personal privilege over integrity, personal comfort over charity, personal benefit over the equity of a truly just society. Sometimes the church goes bad and needs to be re-formed. Sometimes people in the church go bad and need to be re-formed.

Re-Formation Today
The church today, and Christians today, are in need of re-formation. We have become misshapen, malformed, people who need God’s presence and God’s work in our lives. Sometimes the church is pressed into a mould dictated by our surrounding society. North America, for example, values personal fulfillment defined by maximizing personal pleasure. The North American church has followed suit, so that we rarely the call to duty of a past generation. Do you remember the hymn: “A call to keep I have” by Charles Wesley?
A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify,
A never dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky.

The last verse runs thus:
Help me to watch and pray, And on Thyself rely,
Assured if I my trust betray, I shall forever die.

This is not our language today. We sing about loving God, and being loved by God, more than we sing about doing our duty. In many ways we have become more North American than we are Christian. I could expand on this point, but leave it here for now. It is enough to say that we need re-formation. We need God’s Spirit to “melt us, mould us, fill us, use us.”

When I was young there was a preacher in our church named Luke Keefer, Sr. He preached often on being filled with the Holy Spirit—what we called “entire sanctification”. In the first years of his ministry he added to entire sanctification what he called “sinless perfection”. That is, when the Holy Spirit fills you fully, God can remove the root of sin from your person, so that you no longer have a desire to sin.

In the 1960s Keefer left the pastoral ministry in Pennsylvania and went to teach in our church in Zimbabwe. He spent about 10 years at Ekuphileni Bible Institute there, teaching and preaching about the work of the Holy Spirit in the Christian life. I believe that God used Keefer to prepare the Brethren in Christ Church in Zimbabwe for the difficult times of the liberation struggle, which led to an independent Zimbabwe in 1980. These years of teaching and preaching also changed Keefer.

When he returned to the United States, he announced that his ministry in Africa had convinced him that the doctrine of sinless perfection was not true. I don’t know why he changed his mind. I don’t know if he found sin in the lives of mature believers there, or if Africa revealed continuing failures in his own life. In either case, he went back to the churches of Pennsylvania and preached to them that he had been wrong: Even mature Christians can become misshapen and malformed and need the re-formation of God’s Holy Spirit to make them new and whole.

Or Can Someone Be “Perfect”?
As I was preparing this sermon, my mind went to another group of people—a very different situation than Keefer preaching in Africa or Pennsylvania. I have told you before about the community of Taizé, near the village of Macon in France, close to the Swiss border. Lois and I with our sons visited Taizé in December 2003. I have never been in a place so filled with peace. Peace permeated the very soil of the place to a degree I have not experienced elsewhere.

This peace comes from a daily re-formation of the soul, through regular prayers held three times a day. The rhythm of prayer forms the soul each day. At 8:15 a.m., 12:20 p.m., and 8:30 p.m. the Brother of Taizé are joined by some neighbouring Sisters and by travellers who are visiting for the week. There are perhaps 300 people in the regular weekly community and anywhere from 30 to 3,000 pilgrims who join in for the week. The prayer begins with repetitive chants in a simplified style, which help one to become silent within. Then comes a Scripture reading in French, German, and English, followed by some more singing. These chants lead to the heart of the prayer time, a 10-minute silence before God. The sound—or silence—of several thousand young people is indeed an amazing experience. The service closes with a chant designed to help one re-enter the world outside the prayer time.

Brother Roger founded the community in the early 1940s as a place of refuge for Jews. It became a place of refuge for Germans after the war. It continued as a place of peace and refuge for all travellers. One of those travellers was a mentally-disturbed woman, who, on August 16, 2005, jumped over the simple dividing wall between the worshippers and the brothers and stabbed Brother Roger to death. He was 90 years old.

Jason Brian Santos was a young man who had received permission from the Brothers to write a history of the Taizé community. The night Brother Roger was killed happened to be his first day at Taizé. Here is how he describes the aftermath:
… the day after Brother Roger’s death, during the adult Bible Introduction, a German brother addressed the feelings and struggles that many of us were facing. He graciously answered all the questions we had about Brother Roger’s murder, and though he was somber, he was noticeably void of hatred, malice, resentment and vengeance. … From the quality of his voice to his body language he emitted a sense of peace—extending it to all those who were present that day.
The German brother repeatedly emphasized the freedom we have been given in Christ. He said that we were “free to forgive,” “free to love” and “free to embrace others because Christ freely embraced us.” … I heard many discussions that week about the strange sense of peace that seemed to dwell with the brothers. I know I didn’t feel free or a sense of peace, but they did. They were free to accept us in the midst of their loss and they were free to embrace the Romanian pilgrims visiting that week with open arms. This freedom, however, extends beyond the daily structure and ethos of the community and actually penetrates the most sacred part of the community: the prayers. Many pilgrims linked their experience of peace with the prayers. (A Community Called Taize, 137-138)

I would go further and say that the peace came from the daily re-formation of their lives through prayer. The peace was God’s peace, mediated through close relationship with God, moulding and re-moulding their souls to the shape of God’s love active in the world. Jesus put it this way (John 14:26-27): “But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”
Excursus: I did not have time to use this example, but one could refer to the West Nickel Mines shootingin Pennsylvania 10 years ago. We have heard how the Amish Community enfolded the family of the shooter, who had killed five of their daughters and left three others injured before taking his own life. The community immediately extended grace and forgiveness to the shooter’s family—his wife and children, and his parents and parents-in-law, a practice rooted deeply in Amish faith and ethos. The practice reminds me of the example above from the Brothers of Taizé. I read one story in the New York Times on the 10th anniversary of the shooting, describing the way that one survivor lives in a paraplegic condition. Her father stated that he finds he must forgive the shooter again each day, as he sees his daughter. At the same time the shooter’s mother has become one of the girl’s regular caregivers. Grace and forgiveness run deeper even than the greatest evil in our world.

An old hymn from the old BIC hymnbook puts it this way (“Hidden Peace”):
I cannot tell thee whence it came, This peace within my breast;
But this I know, there fills my soul A strange and tranquil rest.
Refrain
There’s a deep, settled peace in my soul, There’s a deep, settled peace in my soul,
Tho’ the billows of sin near me roll, He abides, Christ abides.


Actually, I can tell you where it comes from. It comes from God’s repeated re-formation of our innermost, as we focus our lives on God. We face the pressures of this world, battering and bruising our souls, and God’s heals and remakes us and gives us joy and love and peace beyond any human understanding, so that we become a truly Re-Formed People.

Grace Bible Church
30 October 2016