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Compassion and Gratitude

Filed under: Pastor Jeff's Sermons — Pastor Jeff at 1:38 pm on Monday, November 24, 2008
A sermon preached on November 23, 2008 (Thanksgiving Sunday) based upon Matthew 25:31 – 46, entitled “Compassion and Gratitude.”

There is little Buddhist fable about a voracious frog that was determined to capture a swift-running centipede. One day, as the frog crouched in a shady place, the centipede passed by, confident that it could elude any attack. The frog, making no movement in the centipede’s direction, asked in an admiring way, “How do you do that?”

“Do what?” the centipede asked.

“Run,” the frog replied. “And so fast.”

“I have a hundred feet,” the centipede boasted.  “Of course I can run fast.”

“But how do you keep those hundred feet in order?” asked the frog.

“How do you keep those hundred feet from getting all tangled up? Think about it for a minute. Just how, exactly, do you know to put down foot number forty-six, rather than fifty-two, and foot eighty-nine rather than twelve? How on earth do you keep the whole sequence flowing in such a smooth and perfect manner while you glide over the earth? I mean, think about it.”

The centipede did, indeed, began to think about this, and as it did so, the frog rose up in a leisurely manner and began moving in its direction. Frantically, the centipede tried to make its escape, but now its conscious thought processes were engaged in what had been an unconscious effort. It’s feet fell out of sequence, and its legs become tangled. The frog gobbled up its meal, a victim of his self-consciousness.

This morning’s reading from Matthew reminded me of this little story, which, I suspect doesn’t make much sense to you, so let me back up and explain.

Once more I find in this passage of scripture that peculiar combination of the good and the bad when it comes to reading the Bible. I think we have here the profundity of Jesus, mixed in with what amounts to the unfortunate misdirection of Matthew the Gospel writer.

First off, this little story of the separation of the sheep and the goats is presented as if it were another one of Jesus’ parables about the kingdom of God, when in fact, in its present form it’s not really a parable at all — it’s an allegory which is quite different from a parable.

Parables invite you to climb inside and evoke an ever evolving stream of insights.

An allegory, on the other hand, is pretty straight forward; each character, each object represents something quite specific, and once you’ve got those representations figured out, you’ve pretty much got the allegory figured out.

What we have here is an allegory, the meaning of which is clear enough: people who do helpful things for people in need will go to heaven, and people who don’t will go to hell.

If you are a Bible literalist, this is what you’re left with, which is a bit of a problem for a most literalists, insofar as most Bible literalists will say that entrance into heaven isn’t based upon what you do at all, it’s based upon what you believe, that is, that Jesus is the Son of God who died for our sins.

This is precisely not what this allegory is saying.

But since I am NOT a Bible literalist, I am free to sort through this story, and once more I see the hand of Matthew, who, for all his many good traits seems to have a thing for eternal punishment, and a need to have things be black and white, qualities that show up in his Gospel in a way that far exceed anything you find in the other three Gospels.

I think, however, that there is a parable hidden inside Matthew’s allegory, and it is in pondering the inner details of the story that this parable begins to speak to us.

Curiously, the details of the story contradict the allegorical interpretation that Matthew has given to this story. For instance, if the message of the allegory is:  you had better make a point of being nice to people in need because your eternal residence in heaven (or hell) is at stake, the reaction of the so-called “sheep” in the story is puzzling. They are truly surprised to discover they are being rewarded. The never did what they did with an eye for reward — any thought of, “Hey, I better do this because God is watching and it’s what God thinks of what I’m doing that matters.”   No, their actions were spontaneous, with no calculation involved whatsoever.  They just did the compassionate thing, because in some sense it was for them the natural thing to do; it was what they wanted to do. They lacked any self-consciousness. In other words their actions came from the heart (which is where compassion arises from.) They felt the pain of the other, and they wanted to ease that pain.

It was as simple as that.

And so ironically, the ones in the allegory who are offered up as the models for right behavior are people who weren’t paying attention to allegories that say, “Do this or you will be punished.”

The reaction of the goats, on the other hand, seems to suggest precisely the opposite. They are functioning out of a reward/punishment framework, and assume that actions on behalf of Jesus will be rewarded. The thing that puzzles them is, “How’d we miss figuring out what the required actions were?”

Put another way, Matthew’s allegory seems to encourage a goat-like kind of self-consciousness that is precisely opposite from the lack of self-consciousness that characterizes the sheep.

If you go back to that original Bible story of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden — a story that is more like a parable than an allegory — one of the striking things you notice is that a consequence of what theologians refer to as the “fall” — the condition of “sin” — is that Adam and Eve become self-conscious in a way they never were before. Once they eat the forbidden fruit, they notice for the first time that they are naked and go to lengths to cover themselves with fig leaves. They worry about what God will think about them and so they hide.

Self-consciousness — the thing that tripped up the centipede — is presented as a sign that things have gone terribly wrong in what was once perceived to be paradise.Matthew seems to be encouraging this same kind of self-consciousness. He turns Jesus’ parable into a Law, which turns our attention to ourselves with the question, “Am I doing it right or not?”

In contrast, I think Jesus is inviting us to contemplate the mystery of grace wherein self-consciousness is transcended, that experience captured concisely in a lyric of Paul Simon: “Did you ever have a moment of grace when your brain to a seat behind your face?”This being Thanksgiving Sunday, I am led to think about gratitude, and it strikes me that gratitude and compassion go hand in hand — that they share the same absence of self-consciousness.   What I mean is, hold a law over peoples’ heads and say, “You had better feel thankful for all your blessings!” and I daresay, it isn’t going to work.  Tell your children they had better be grateful for those vegetables on their dinner plate that they‘re trying to avoid — because, you know, “there are children in this world who are starving,” you aren’t likely to induce gratitude, though you may succeed in provoking guilt. In all likelihood you’ll get an enthusiastic offer to ship those vegetables off to the hungry children.

When we’re in the rat race — when we are anxious and troubled about many things (which is the state of mind that contemporary life more often than not induces in us) — when we are in a rush with a big list of things we need to get done — neither gratitude nor compassion are inclined to show up in our hearts.

Go up to a harried parent in the check out line of the grocery store, having just come from work and preoccupied with getting supper on the table, as well as making sure their kids get their homework done and a thousand other problems resolved, and ask them at that moment, “Do you feel grateful for your life?” What you will most like encounter is annoyance. Take that same harried parent, however, and somehow find a way to get them to relax: “Here, sit down in this comfy chair, put your legs up, have a cup of tea, don’t worry about getting the dinner together, the kids are going to a friends’ house for supper and they’re going to work on homework together afterwards. Don’t worry.”  Manage to get them to relax in this way, and my suspicion is that before long you will find gratitude for their life arising in their hearts. For their children, for food, for a house to live in — for the whole blessed gift of life.

Get them into that state of mind, and I suspect you will also find them spontaneously experiencing compassion in a way that wasn’t happening when they were compulsively pursuing their “to do” list.  There will be room now in their hearts for feeling the pain of others.

Go back to that very first Thanksgiving — the one celebrated by the pilgrims.  From one angle they had very little to be thankful for. In their first year in the New World half of them had died because of the brutal winter conditions they found themselves in.

But they were grateful, and maybe a big reason why this was possible was that they gave themselves an opportunity to experience the gratitude that was buried inside them — setting aside a time from work to share a feast with their friends the Indians who had shown compassion upon them when they were strangers and helped them to survive in this strange new world.

Here’s one more place I think Matthew’s allegory has the story convoluted. Underneath it all, the thing that is being talked about here is contact with Jesus; it’s about recognizing the holy presence in one’s day to day life. Which, if you think about it, is a very good thing indeed.

As we go through life in this world with all the muck and messiness, the pain and sorrow that we inevitably encounter, are we making contact with the holy one, or not?  The ones referred to as “the sheep” are finding just that — even though they may never not put it into words. They really are blessed; not just in a future life, but right now as well.

On the other hand, the ones referred to as the goats are missing contact with holy God. Perhaps their assumption is that all those needy people really are God-forsaken — hopeless — and they had better avoid contact with them lest they be drawn into the same God-forsakenness. (I think we all know this feeling, which is a way of saying that the goat lives within us as well.)

In certain sense the goats already feel abandoned by God, with their only hope being that somewhere down the road they will manage to make it to heaven where God IS present.

If you look at it this way, well, the so-called goats might well evoke our compassion, rather than our condemnation.

It might lead us to want to gently lead that goat to a nice comfy chairs to sit quietly, or maybe beside some still water, or to nice green pasture somewhere to lie down in, and to look them in the eyes and say as tenderly as possible, “You know, you don’t really have to be so afraid, God really is with us.”

 

 

 

 

 

Insights Wrought from a Peculiar Parable

Filed under: Pastor Jeff's Sermons — Pastor Jeff at 10:40 pm on Monday, November 17, 2008

A sermon preached on November 16, 2008 based upon Matthew 25:14 – 30, entitled “Insights Wrought from a Peculiar Parable”

The parables of Jesus never cease to amaze me. At first glance, they often seem like something we want to reject out of hand. But when we play around with a parable, we find it speaking to us in remarkable ways.

In this case, we’ve got three servants who each are given a very large amount of money to be responsible for while a rich man goes on a journey. For whatever reason, the servants who are given 5 and 2 talents respectively don’t seem to have any hesitation in using the money for what might be called creative investments. Their investments succeed and they double the master’s money.

The third servant, however, is overwhelmed by fear. He views his master as a hard, mean-spirited man who will punish any mistake he makes, and in his terror he figures the best strategy is simply to bury the talent — play it completely safe. God forbid that the master return and he not have the talent to give back to him.

The first two seem to view the master as a good guy, and their interaction at the end simply confirms this; the generosity of the master continues.

The third one views the master as a mean, hard-hearted man, and his interaction at the end confirms this — he ends up with nothing.

Despite the fact that they begin with quite different assumptions regarding the master, at the end of the parable all three servants have their original assumptions confirmed. So here is one thing the parable gets me thinking about — when we approach life with assumptions (which, of course, we do all the time), we tend to interpret our experience in such a way that it confirms what we already assumed to be true.

In other words, assumptions are very powerful. We would do well to step back and examine the assumptions that we are carrying with us, because we can be sure they are shaping our experience.

One example: come at the world with the assumption that there is a loving God who is ultimately in charge, and you will see evidence that supports this assumption. Approach the world with the conviction that the world is nothing more than a meaningless billiard ball table filled with random collisions, and well, that’s what you’ll see as well.

Whether we are aware of it or not, there is a sense in which we are all living out the question: is my life a blessing or a burden? The answers we come up with to this question are filtered through the conclusions we have already come to in the past. If I’m inclined to see my life as a burden, what I will see is plenty of evidence that this is so. I will note every time something goes wrong, every occasion for frustration, every desire that goes unmet.

If, on the other hand, I’m inclined to see life as basically a blessing, then my attention will be drawn to the good stuff, of which there will appear to be no end.

Now hold onto that thought, and let me go on little side tangent in regard to the parable.

One of my assumptions regarding reading the Bible, as you probably know, is that along with divine inspiration we unavoidably get a fair amount of not-so-divine human input as well. For instance, I think the heart of this parable comes to us from the genius of Jesus himself, but I assume that Matthew (and perhaps others along the way) couldn’t resist the temptation to add his two cents. There is this phrase that shows up at the end of this parable that occurs six times in Matthew’s Gospel, only once in Luke, and never at all in Mark or John. It’s the business about how the worthless servant is to thrown “into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.” Charming little sentiment, don’t you think?

So here’s what I think: Matthew throws in his pet phrase as his way of driving home the point he understands Jesus to be making in the parable — as in, pay attention, this is really important. It has, however, the unfortunate effect of forcing things to appear black and white when there is, in fact much gray.

I think it is helpful to pay attention to the parts of one’s own self that are like all the different characters in the parable. We might feel some reluctance to do this, however, when we hear that one of the characters has been consigned to the outer darkness to gnash his teeth for all eternity.

But the fact of the matter is that within my self there are times when I am very much like the one- talent guy assuming the worst, and there are also times when I am the five-talent guy trusting that wonderful, good things are in store for me. In fact, if truth be told, I think that I, as well as most people I know, switch back and forth between these two characters in the course of any given day, maybe in any given hour.

It is important to step back and consider such things, because in doing so it becomes possible to say to myself, hey, I don’t want the doom and gloom guy to run the ship. When he’s in charge, life gets pretty miserable. It is important to recognize the fact that at least to some extent, I have a measure of choice in this matter, and as best I am able, to exercise that choice.

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Another place to which this parable leads my thoughts is the whole subject of FEAR. There is this irony in the parable, and that is that the one talent guy could be said to be addressing his fear, taking pre-emptive action so as to keep what he is afraid of happening from happening. And yet in doing so, he brings about the very thing he fears.

Whenever fear takes over our hearts in such a way that fear becomes a way of life, then, in a very real sense, fear has already taken us down.

The one talent man has made a god of his fear; it looms front and center in his life, controlling everything he does. He won’t take a step without first consulting the god of his fear.

But to live is to take risks, and to cease to take any risks is to cease to live.

FDR had it right when he said, “We have nothing to fear but fear itself.”

One of the big themes of the Gospels involves Jesus continually challenging his disciples in regard to their fears. “O ye of little faith,” he would say, “why did you doubt?”

The unquestioned place our fear holds in our life can in fact be questioned.

Once again, all the characters are within us. There is the person of faith, and there is the one consumed by fear. The question is, as we move forward, who will we allow to control us?

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The parable involves money, and although we can see it as being about more than money, it is useful to consider what the parable says about money itself.

Oftentimes, money is all about fear for us: we look to money to safeguard us against a whole host of scary things that could happen. With money in the bank we won’t end up homeless, or hungry — if we get sick we’ll be able to medical attention. How much is enough money? Our fear tells us, always more than we have.

When our money is threatened, we fall prey to all those lurking fears.

Again, Jesus challenges this way of thinking. It is fear itself — the opposite of faith — which is the real threat to our lives, not the absence of money.

And here’s another thing that the parable leads me to think about in regard to money. Sometimes money in the bank comes to represent a fantasy in our brain regarding an imagined time down the road when we will be able to stop working altogether — permanently put our feet up. The fatigue of our lives makes this understandable — if we aren’t getting enough opportunity to rest, it is natural to long for such a time.

And yet if we ask ourselves, when in our lives have we felt most alive, most fully ourselves, I suspect that our answers would involve some kind of work with which we were creatively engaged. It might or might not have involved a traditional job in a workplace — it could have been some kind of work we were engaged in with our family or the community or the church. There might well have been some rest involved to balance the work — but I suspect the happiness of the memory wasn’t about merely sitting around on our duffs. We were creatively engaged — like the 5 and 2 talent guys in the parable.

There is this quote that I’ve saved that speaks to me in this regard. The words are by a writer named Brenda Ueland: “Why should we use our creative power…?” she asks. “Because there is nothing that makes people so generous, joyful, lively, bold and compassionate, so indifferent to fighting and the accumulation of objects and money.”

When we are creatively engaged in work we aren’t paralyzed by fear, and therefore our natural God-given generosity isn’t blocked. We aren’t fantasizing about getting revenge. We aren’t checking our watches every five minutes wondering when this all will be over.

I suspect, for instance, that those among us this morning who are checking their watches as I preach are those who haven’t gotten their minds creatively engaged with what I’m saying and how it relates to their lives, whether this be from some failure in my preaching or some failure in their listening, or both.

In conclusion, I am reminded of a study made a while back of octogenarians — people who had lived at least 80 years in this world, seeking their wisdom about life They were asked what they would have done differently if they had their lives to live over again. With the thousands of responses, three themes occurred over and over in their answers:

1) They would have taken more risks.

2) They would have spent more time reflecting about their lives. (Notice, reflecting upon one’s life isn’t sitting on your duff; rather, it is creatively engaging your mind to contemplate the meaning of your life.)

3) They have done more things that would live on after them. They would have made a point of using their creativity to make a contribution to the human race.

We would do well to listen to them.

“What the Church Means to Me,” by Justin Cogan

Filed under: Writings of the people — Pastor Jeff at 10:20 pm on Monday, November 17, 2008

“What the Church Means to Me,” words spoken in worship by Justin Cogan

 

Pastor Jeff asked if I could take a few minutes this morning to come up here and describe what our Church means to me.  Under normal circumstances, I’d be a little anxious addressing a crowd this size, but it occurred to me as I prepared my message earlier this week that I was not feeling nervous, and I think the main reason for that is that I’m not up here addressing a group of strangers…I’m just talking to my family…my Church Family.

 

In many ways, I feel like the congregation of the PUMC is like family, and I know that I am not alone in that belief.  When Alison and I first came to worship at PUMC 11 years ago, we immediately felt welcomed into the community here.  That warm embrace of Christian fellowship has only gotten stronger though the years – particularly as our family has continued to grow.  I think back to Eddie and Cassie as babies sitting with “Grandma” Eleanor Cochrane while Alison and I practiced with the Bell Choir, or when little Beth was about to have her kidney surgery, and it seemed like the entire Church came forward onto the altar here and laid their hands on us in prayer.  I can remember the joyous surprise we had that first Sunday we got to introduce our newest foster placement TJ to our Church Family, and how special it was to have little Marissa, barely a year old, play a distinctively feminine baby Jesus in the Christmas Pageant.

 

Alison and I feel so blessed to have had such a wonderful group of people here at PUMC to make our children feel special and loved.  There have been some Sundays, mind you, when Alison and I have been almost certain that we deserved to be asked to stay away.  Since I was raised a Roman Catholic, I often feel an extra sensitivity toward the sacredness of worship service.  The church I attended as a boy had a soundproof room at the back of the sanctuary where parents with young children were expected to sit.  No doubt an offshoot of the whole “children should be seen and not heard” mantra.  Here at PUMC, I am always amazed that my sometimes “disruptive” (you’ll never believe how long it took me to carefully choose that word) children are always welcomed back with open arms each Sunday. 

 

Children, not just mine, are truly nurtured here at PUMC.  You can see it in how their eyes happily shine during the Passing of the Peace.  You can hear it in the simple wisdom they share during Jeff’s Children’s Sermon.  You can feel it in the eager anticipation they have, bouncing in line to snag a tasty treat from the Coffee Hour Crew. 

 

The unconditional love that this Church Family has for its children is just one of the many gifts we are blessed to share with each other here at the Parsippany United Methodist Church.  I would humbly ask that you keep this special grace in mind as we approach Consecration Sunday on December 7th.  Thank you, and may God bless you.

Recovering the Soul

Filed under: Pastor Jeff's Sermons — Pastor Jeff at 10:36 am on Monday, November 10, 2008

A sermon preached on November 9th, 2008 based upon Matthew 25:1 – 13, entitled “Recovering the Soul.”

For most of us, the initial response to this parable is to say that it sounds distinctly un-Christian. What’s with the so-called “wise maidens” refusing to share some of their oil with the maidens who forgot to stock up, thereby dooming them to be locked out of the bridegroom‘s wedding feast? That sounds pretty harsh.

But what if the oil represents something that simply can’t be shared.

Well, what might that be?

What if the oil represents that mysterious substance we refer to when we speak of our souls? When it comes time to present our souls to God at the end our lives, I can’t give God your soul, and you can’t give God my soul.

For me, the key to this parable is at the end when the foolish maidens show up to knock at the locked door of the bridal party. They cry out, “Lord, Lord, open to us,” to which the bridegroom responds, “Truly I tell you, I do not know you.”

“I do not know you.” This response is so telling. They are unrecognizable to the Lord of heaven and earth who gave them their souls in the first place. They’ve lost their souls, and are living instead a pretense. They’ve become frauds. As such, the response of the bridegroom seems less harsh — more matter of fact. “If I recognized you, I would let you in. But unfortunately, I don’t.”

Truth has this often uncomfortable way of being paradoxical, which is to say, truth holds

together two seemingly contradictory parts. Here is one such paradox regarding human beings: We are all the same. We are all absolutely unique. It is essential that we hold onto both sides of this paradox.

We are all the same: We all start off as helpless little babies who wouldn’t have any chance of surviving if not for the love and protection of grown ups. We all live in these remarkable human bodies with so much in common, capable of doing so many amazing things, and yet, at the same time, the bodies we all live in are so very fragile as well.

Everyone of us lives in a body that is destined to die.

All of us have the same need to love and be loved, to rest and creatively work. We all grieve when we lose our loved ones, or something that reminds us of home. We have so much in common, and if we see this fact, we recognize that we are, on the deepest level, all family to one another. No one can be truly alien to us.

And yet, even as we have so much in common, each of us is absolutely unique as well.

No two of us is exactly the same. We have different gifts and different weaknesses. Each of us perceives the world distinctively, and each of us has a different story to tell. The path chosen in life by one person will not necessarily be the right path for another; we can provide assistance along the way, but each of us has our own path to find, and simply copying the path taken by another will not do.

It is helpful to keep in mind this paradox — that we are all alike/we are all different — as we listen to the Gospels.

Just like everybody else, Jesus is born into this world a helpless little baby in need of protection, though the story of his birth is quite unusual. When he first appears as an adult at the River Jordan, he enters the water of John’s baptism just like everybody else — affirming his solidarity with all human beings. He is just another human being longing to find his way.

And yet he is, at that moment of identification with all persons, an absolutely unique soul, distinctive and recognizable as witnessed by the voice heard from heaven: “You are my beloved son, with whom I am well pleased.”

I know you. I recognize you. Contrast this to the voice of the bridegroom who does not recognize the foolish maidens.

Following his baptism, Jesus goes out into the wilderness where the devil tries to convince him to take a path that would not be true to his soul. When he begins to teach, the people are amazed, because, Jesus “spoke with authority, and not as the scribes and Pharisees.”

They are accustomed to hearing teachers without any originality, any soul.

When you are in touch with your soul and acting out of the originality of your soul, your words and actions will have an inherent authority.

Throughout his ministry, Jesus continually came in conflict with the authorities because he wouldn’t conform to their expectations, and he continually challenged these same authorities about their own personal fraudulence – their hypocrisy.

To large extent, Jesus’ healing ministry involved restoring in people a sense of themselves as someone in whom God delights, someone for whom God values their uniqueness after the pressures of social conformity has crushed their spirit within.

In the end, however, Jesus dies a death — a very painful, and all too human death — which again reminds us that he remained, to the end, just like everybody else, even as he was absolutely unique.

And yet when he is raised from the dead, the person encountered in his resurrection is recognizable as the very same Jesus who they knew and loved. He is no generic eternal spirit.

At times, however, the Church has turned this upside down. Conformity often becomes what its all about; originality gets discouraged.

There’s this poster that I’ve seen in which it says across the top in big letters: “Jesus is cool.” True coolness, I think, isn’t hard to define. It means being oneself and not a mere copy of every body else.

Jesus is truly cool.

The poster shows a half dozen or so of what appears to be “good” church-going people, each with an identical dazed look on their faces, almost zombie like, each precisely resembling the others in expression. Underneath the words, “Jesus is cool,” it goes on to say “but some of His followers give me the creeps.”

Let us remember who we are. In our mission statement it says, “In a world where people feel they can love only those who are like themselves, we seek to celebrate the uniqueness of every human being.“

 

Here are couple of thought provoking quotes I came across while writing this sermon:

 

“Few are those who think with their own minds and feel with their own hearts.” Albert Einstein

“We forfeit three-fourths of ourselves to be like other people.” Arthur Schopenhauer

“There are no dittos among souls,” Baron Friedrich von Hugel

We can’t avoid labeling people, and labels have their place, but in the end, every label covers up the originality.

When we get to the end of our lives, when we stand before God, God will not ask us, why weren’t you Moses, or why weren’t you that remarkable person you know who lives down the street who seemed so incredibly gifted and accomplished so much?

God won’t even ask us, why weren’t we Jesus?

God may ask us, however, why weren’t you yourself?

Why weren’t you the person I created you to be?

No one gets to live your life except you.

Jesus said, “Let your light shine.” God gives light to all of us, and in this we are all the same, but the expression of that light is absolutely unique in every single person, and the attempt to copy somebody else’s light simply diminishes our own.

We are all different, which among other things means we all have our own levels of comfort in regards to being alone and being with other people. And that’s fine.

But one way we are all the same is that we have a God given need to be productive and creative, AND we have a need for rest, for stillness — for what the Bible calls Sabbath.

Without some Sabbath, some stillness, we will lose touch with who we are in that unique self that is separate from all the roles we play in life.

There is a story I’ve told before that involves an overworked minister on the verge of a nervous breakdown who went to the great pyschologist Carl Jung for help.

The minister was putting in 15 hours of work a day. Jung gave the minister specific instructions: For the next two days he was to put in 8 hours of work, come home, have his supper, and then spend the rest of the evening by himself in his study. Three days later the minister came back to see Jung, no less distraught. Jung inquired about whether the minister had followed his instructions. Minister went on to describe how in his estimation he had; following supper he had gone into his study. The first night he spent the evening listening to classical music. The next night he had read a great work of literature. “You misunderstood my instructions,” Jung said. “I didn’t tell you to spend the evening with a great composer, or a great author. I told you to spend the evening with yourself.” A look of horror came over the minister’s face. “I can think of no worse company to keep!” said the minister. “And it is precisely this same company,” Jung responded, “that you are inflicting upon the world 15 hours a day.In stillness, the soul — the deep reservoir of oil that lights the lamp of our life — once more is found.

Who are the saints? by Bob Keller

Filed under: Writings of the people — Pastor Jeff at 4:33 pm on Thursday, November 6, 2008

A sermon preached on November 2, 2008 (All Saints Sunday) by Bob Keller, based upon Revelation 7:9 – 17 and Matthew 5:1 – 12

Today, All Saints’ Sunday, we respectfully recognize all of the Saints.  During our prayers today, we recalled the names of those Saints that have gone before us.  But who are (were) they?  And why are they Saints?  What qualifies one to be called a “saint?”

The simple answer to those questions is:  It’s God’s Love.  However, that love has a “qualifier” to it: we have to accept that Love.  
The New Testament use of the word “Saint” means: sacred, pure or blameless.  And Paul wrote to the Church at Philippi addressing them as “the saints at Philippi” and to the church at Ephesus addressing them as the  “the saints at Ephesus.”

The Bible’s use of the term Saint means someone who has committed his life to follow Jesus Christ.

A Commentator said, “They became saints by means of the Holy Spirit, which can only come from God. God therefore chooses His saints, and gives them of His Holy Spirit to make it possible.”

Being a saint has nothing to do with our goodness or what we do – rather it has all to do with Jesus’ mercy.

 Last week, our scripture lesson related how a Pharisee asked Jesus what one must do to inherit eternal life.

Jesus told the man that inheriting eternal life had nothing to do with DOING things for God and he asked the man to recall the Law which read “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind and Love your neighbor as you love yourself.”  (Luke 10:27)

Now it’s pretty easy to think of those that have gone before us as being Saints.  Our selective human memories tend to filter out all of the bad memories and shortcomings of those that we’ve known and loved and we remember only the good things.  And most assuredly all who have walked the earth have had their ups and downs in dealing with others and have created bad feelings, whether intentional or unintentional.  After all we’re human and, by definition, we’re not perfect.
Have many of us given any thought to how others perceive us?  I mean aside from all of the precautions we take to make a good impression on a potential employer in hopes of getting hired.  Or can we remember the first time we met the parents of someone we loved?  We surely wanted to make a good impression that assuranced that their son or daughter was “in good hands,” so to speak.
But, after all is done, perception is not in our hands.  It’s in the “eye of the beholder.”  A few examples:
Jimmy Carter is probably one of the Godliest men of the 20th century, but thought by many to have been a failure as a president.
Remember Elliot Spitzer?  He won the governorship of New York by one of the largest margins in history.  But that’s not what he’ll be remembered for.
How about Mike Nifong, who was perceived as a no-nonsense prosecutor in Durham, North Carolina – a man who was willing to step up to the plate and defend a woman of color who had been raped by three rich, white lacrosse players from Duke University.
 
But, suddenly, the truth descended upon him with a vengeance. At some point in his investigation, Nifong became aware that those three white kids were not guilty of the rape, yet he moved relentlessly forward with the case – notwithstanding the fact that convictions could have sent the young men to prison for life. If one believes in the concept of evil, this is about as close to it as a human being can get. What is your perception of Mike Nifong today?
For more than two decades, O.J. Simpson was a great role model – congenial and beloved by millions.  According to those who know him best, O.J. was always the O.J. we know today – a narcissistic, violent person with no sense of moral responsibility or social conscience. And now the public’s perception of that famous smile is that it was a way of thumbing his nose at the law and at the families of his victims. Now that he finally appears to be headed for many years in prison, what is your perception of O.J. Simpson today?
Mark McGwire was the Paul Bunyan of baseball, hitting an unfathomable 70 homeruns in 1998 to shatter Roger Maris’s record of 61. But what made him such a legendary figure was his nice-guy image. Who can forget his climbing into the stands to hug Maris’s children after breaking their father’s record?
 
But when McGwire testified before the House Government Reform Committee as part of the Congressional investigation of steroids in sports, he was so evasive that people saw it as a de facto admission of his guilt. McGwire came across as a sullen, weak man, far from the strong, pleasant persona of his playing days. What is your perception of Mark McGwire today? Ditto Barry Bonds.
I recently had to get a copy of records certifying that I had completed Basic Firefighter training.  That was some 25 years ago.  Surprisingly, the records are on file at the Morris County Police and Firefighters Training Academy.  There I’m listed as John Robert Keller, Firefighter, Lake Parsippany Volunteer Fire Company, Parsippany – Troy Hills Fire District #3.  And I probably will always be listed there in one form or another whether it is paper, magnetic tape or digital chip.  Yeah, that’s important to me, but more important is that I’m remembered by thousands of kids as Fireman Bob.  I’m the guy that taught them a little about fire safety and trained them in how to safely escape a burning building.  If I’m out and about, I’m sometimes pointed out by a little kid to his or her parents as Fireman Bob.  That makes me feel good and I take it as a kind of sainthood from that child’s eyes.  However, there’s one little girl – and I can still see her face — that must dread me.  I’m the guy that frightened the daylights out of her when I put the pretend smoke into the room.  Her teacher had to take her panicked little form crying from the Fire Safety Trailer.  Her perception of me will likely forever be the guy that scared her half to death!  I’d do just about anything for a “do-over” on that one.
We all make mistakes.  And somehow the God that made us knew that we would.  But, thankfully, it’s not anything that we do, or leave undone, that makes for our salvation and therefore our sainthood. 
Paul tells us in Ephesians 2 that it is by grace that you have been saved through faith; and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God; not by works, so that no one can boast. 
The world sees saints as those who lead some extraordinary life doing things for others.  The Roman Catholic Church even has a specific protocol for identifying saints.  Otherwise a saint is one who has led a life of near perfection and godliness. People who have a lot of faith and can talk easily about God. Saints are, in the world’s eyes, those perfect people who are pure in heart because they do good things all the time. The sinful flesh of a Christian grabs hold of this notion of sainthood and applies it to himself. I must be a saint because I live a good life, a life that’s better than others. Or, the opposite: there is no way I can ever be a saint because I am not good enough; I am too sinful.
The 1984 movie Places in the Heart is set in the Depression. Recently widowed Edna (Sally Field) is trying to support her two young children and pay her mortgage by growing cotton on a small farm. She has two helpers, a black itinerant worker (Danny Glover) and a blind boarder (John Malkovich). Together they weather a sea of troubles, including a disastrous tornado, that teach them the meaning of friendship and family.  There’s also murder, racism and adultery in the film.
But the closing scene takes place in a church. As the camera slowly pans the congregation receiving communion, we recognize all the characters: those living and dead and departed for other places. It is an image in which the lambs and the wolves, the wronged and the wrongdoers, the betrayers and the betrayed, are all together as one. It is an unforgettable cinematic statement about hope.  And, I might add, about Sainthood.
In the book No Greater Love (edited by Becky Benenate and Joseph Durepos), Mother Teresa is quoted as saying :  “Keep in mind that our community is not composed of those who are already saints, but of those who are trying to become saints. Therefore let us be extremely patient with each other’s faults and failures.”
God, through his Son, Jesus Christ, gives salvation, and sainthood, to all.
The lesson from Revelation that David read for us this morning tells us that there was ”a great multitude that no one could count from every nation, tribe, people and language standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb.” 
Friends, that list does NOT exclude anyone.  Every breed, race, color, sexual orientation, size and shape is included in the celebration.  And the writer of Revelation tells us that they are ALL wearing white robes and holding palm branches as they cried out in a loud voice: Salvation belongs to our God, who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb.
We later find that those robes were made white by being washed in the blood of the Lamb.
We are about to celebrate Holy Communion, the sacrament in which we are reminded, through the body and blood of Christ,  of the love that God had, and has, for us.  And the love that endures forever.
“Geddes MacGregor in The Rhythm of God tells of a priest who, when asked, ‘How many people were at the early celebration of the Eucharist last Wednesday morning?’ replied, ‘There were three old ladies, the janitor, several thousand archangels, a large number of seraphim, and several million of the triumphant saints of God.’ Such a ‘cloud of witnesses’ answers a deep human urge to be part of something larger, to not stand alone, to give our little lives meaning. One drop of water, left alone, evaporates quickly. But one drop of water in the immense sea endures.”
I invite you to add your drop of water to that immense sea of saints, to become a part of something larger, something eternal.