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RECENT SERMONS
HOMILY PREACHED ON EASTER 7 –
SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION, 5.28.06
+ John 17:6-19 +
I remember World War II, visiting my Uncle Herbert at the army camp in Texas; two older cousins, Buck & Jack Morton, one navy, one belly gunner of a bomber. I remember seeing
Uncle Hugh coming home from the war wounded with his left arm in a sling, duffle bag over his
right shoulder, walking in from the highway. I remember the song interrupted on our battery
powered radio, announcing that the war in Europe was over. For most people younger than I, the war is a shrug-of-the-shoulders chapter in a history book, but the American Cemetery outside
Cambridge, England, gives a more personal account: row upon row of crosses as far as the eye
can see, a few Stars of David, an occasional Crescent of Islam, all killed in action. How do we
communicate the sacrifice of those men and women to new generations, so they can feel it? How do we communicate the Korean Conflict, Vietnam, Iraq? Whatever your view of these actions, these people gave their lives. How do we help new generations remember?
After reconciliations had happened over Vietnam, I was asked to speak at the rally of the
Veterans of Foreign Wars focusing on MIAs – Missing in Action. I called to their attention the
words high on the wall at both ends of the V.F.W. hall: “Lest We Forget.” Everyone nodded as
I called it to their attention. “Are you aware,” I asked, “that those words are covered over by the
numbers of large BINGO signs?” There was an audible gasp. How do we help people
remember? LEST WE FORGET.
It occurred to me: that was the same challenge facing the writer of John’s gospel: how to
communicate a memory to people three generations after Jesus’ death, living in a totally different
world view. From what we can know, Jesus was straight-forward, personable and sometimes
humorous in his teaching, though you’d never know it, his words so badly scripturalized – turned
into stained-glass windows. People loved him for his sheer humanity. He never let religion get
in the way of living or in relationships. How do you explain Jesus, his teaching, his way of life to people who never met him, never experienced his personality, his spirit? How do we communicate the “good news” we call “gospel?” How is Jesus still connected with the community that formed around his way of life? The author of John’s gospel was trying to translate the Jesus experience into meaning for a different generation, from Hebrew to Greek, from eastern mentality to the west.
What you heard in today’s gospel was the voice of the early Church at the end of the first
century, not the words of Jesus. To illustrate, let me rephrase part of today’s gospel into the church’s voice, as it attempted to explain the mystery. If not heard in context the words sound like gobble-de-gook, because John’s style - as the most sophisticated theologian of the gospel writers - is to go around the barn and back to make sure every nuance is said, restated, and understood.
The Church prayed: “Jesus made God’s name known to all of us who God had given to him from the world. We were God’s, because God gave us to Jesus. . . Now we know that Jesus received everything from You, God; for the words that You gave him he gave to us. We believe You sent him. . All who belong to Jesus belong to God; that’s how Jesus is glorified in us, his Body. Now he’s gone to You, but we are in the world. His joy can be complete in us. Just as Jesus didn’t belong to the world, we don’t either. Make us whole, give us integrity to the truth; your word is truth. Just as You sent Jesus into the world, so Jesus sent us into the world.”
Sounds good, but I’m afraid the church keeps forgetting the essential memories of Jesus,
covering them with ecclesiastical BINGO signs. Jesus treated women with respect, the manly
church didn’t allow women priests until 1976, the first woman bishop in 1989. In the musical, The Heavenly Host, the antagonist, Flaw, has arrived dressed as a bishop, and sings the tirade:
The laymen can’t be trusted to run their own affairs,
so barricade the altar against the one who dares
to question the authority of the ruling priestly caste,
why our patriarchal fathers would simply be aghast
at the thought that any woman might ask to take a part
of the sacred, manly liturgy that’s dearest to my heart.
So, fence off the altar, close up the rail from the pesky laos, without our masculinity the church would be in chaos.
And, yes, that mentality is still residual in parts of our own Church. You know the litany, the
churches support of slavery, and the various sexual attitudes that have crippled generations.
I think the enormous interest in the Gnostic gospels and Mary Magdalene and DeVinci Code
stems directly from those “pesky laos” who feel the church has been keeping something from
them – and it has. Questions: Why wasn’t I told this? Why wasn’t I trusted enough to hear the
whole story? But I can also assure you that when we clergy have shared basic learnings from
seminary, the ideas are not always welcomed or appreciated! Like the author of John’s gospel:
how do we communicate the experience of Jesus to people who live 500 world views after him?
I view the Bible from the vantage point of this modern day. I do not try to comprehend the 21st
century through the lenses of world views 3,000+ years old. I try to walk in their shoes, see the
realities they found, plug into their vision, their integrity, and translate their discoveries into the same human issues we face at the heart of life where world view doesn’t matter. Then it makes
sense. Otherwise religion becomes a shackle for control, not a key to liberation.
So my question: how is Jesus connected to you? How is the experience of Jesus
connected to the communities forming around his ideas in our day? I must confess, sometimes
it’s hard to see. It’s here, in pockets – in all denominations, right here at Saint Andrew’s, your
response to financial need, to emergencies like the tsunami, Hurricane Katrina; in your faithful
presence here, in response to moments of birth and eath, and mutual support through hard
times. You touch my heart. Form doesn’t matter, only content, whether it’s Jesus, the Dalai Lama or a Jewish teenager. God doesn’t care. In her diary, Anne Frank wrote,
How lovely to think that no one need wait a moment, we can start now, start slowly changing the world! How lovely that everyone, great and small, can make their contribution toward introducing justice straightaway. . . And you can always, always give something, even if it is only kindness!”
That’s the heart of Jesus, how – in his spirit - we connect across religious and national boundaries, how we remember those who gave their lives in war, he who gave his life on the cross to help us connect with each other to care, to love, to give ourselves – as they did, for others, and find the meaning of life.
Copyright: Ernest W. Cockrell
5.28.06
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