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Saturday, December 31, 2011

A Sermon for the New Year: 1 January 2012


Readings: Isaiah 60:1-6; Matthew 2:1-12

What star are you following?

On this New Year’s Day, just a few days before the liturgical celebration of the Epiphany of the Magi, it seems an appropriate question to contemplate.  What star are we following?  Where are we going and what guidance are we choosing to take in our life journeys – both separately and together as a community of faith?  Where do we imagine our steps taking us into 2012 and beyond?

If we were ancient sailors our route would have been set by the stars.  Today pilots – and drivers of cars – rely on other means of navigation.  As we step out into the unknown of each new year, new day, new hour, do we pause to wonder what it is that guides us in our decision making? For instance, as we set out to come to church this morning, did we consciously think about the theological star – the God-shaping GPS, or Google map - that we were following?  Did we consider the choices we were making– for instance, choosing for a moment not New Year sales, but worship; not the community gathering at the beach, but the community following Christ?   

What star are we following?

Of course, it is possible for us to be misled.  There are stars – or signs that look like stars – that will not lead us to the Christ child.  When our children were little, we lived in the United States, not very far from Los Angeles.  The heavy pollution ensured that not one star could be seen in the skies above. Shortly after our return to NZ, we were driving from Christchurch to Oamaru one night.  Lying in the back seat of the car and looking out at the vast wonderful starry night, our five year old cried out in delight –“look at all those aeroplanes!”  Two years of living in a polluted city without stars, had made a mark on the lives of our children:  lights in the sky were always aeroplanes. 

Some stars that we may choose to follow may turn out to be only aeroplanes.  False stars do not lead to Christ.

And, in this day and age, we certainly need some stars that will bring us the hope, joy, love and peace as promised by the Christmas story.  For we live in a world where there is great fear:  terrifying earthquakes and storms which rip away people’s homes, appalling abuse against defenceless children in their homes and in holiday parks, atrocious greed of financiers robbing ordinary people and poor nations of all hope.   Fear, of what has happened; fear of what is happening; fear of what might happen. Fear often drives everything that we do; fear can often be the false star we follow.

While we were living in Australia, we noticed how the level of fear increased in that nation through a process of heightening distrust of those who were different.  As Australia joined the American war in Iraq and Afghanistan; as asylum seekers sought refuge in a so-called ‘lucky country’; the government mounted an anti-terrorist campaign: “Be alert, not alarmed” we were urged.  There were television and newspaper advertisements – and even fridge magnets distributed to every household.  “Be alert, not alarmed’ Alert to what, you may ask – a very good question.  Apparently, the whole nation, needed to be on alert - we were directed to fear the unknown other, to protect our interests, and especially our borders.  It was noticeable that distrust, fear and suspicion increased; outbreaks of inter-racial violence became more common.

In Luke’s gospel, the message of the Christmas narrative to shepherds – those on the edges of society – was “don’t be afraid – I bring you good tidings of great joy.”  In Matthew’s gospel, the narrative describes outsiders, who knew how to act fearlessly, in spite of facing some huge challenges.  Matthew’s Magi are strangers, foreigners – from Eastern lands, priests, on a risky journey – following their star, traveling to Jerusalem, a centre of power. Traditions record that astrologer-priests, like the ones in Matthew’s story, destabilized power with their threatening predictions.  The Magi’s question ‘where is the king of the Jews’ – and their intention to bow down in homage to that new king – are revolutionary.  These strange outsiders fearlessly enter another’s territory and offer their allegiance not to ruler Herod, not to the Imperial powers of Rome, but to another king – the one born of the Jews.  Jerusalem’s elite has reason to be frightened.   Imagine some wise diplomats, bearing rich gifts, coming from China to visit the White House asking “Where is the child who has been born President of the United States of America?  For we have received tweets and texts of his birth and we have come to give him our allegiance.” 

King Herod was alert to such suspicious characters.  He called in the religious experts – and when he heard what they had to say, he quickly moved from alert to very alarmed.  This new king, whose birth had already been predicted so many years before, presented a huge threat to his kingdom and his power.  But those strangers from the East were faithful to the star they followed – and were not tricked by his cunning.  These wise astrologer-priests recognized the corrupt king before them; choosing to seek another king, about whom they knew very little – but whose future was written in the stars that they studied.

And while Herod was plotting all kinds of terror, the star-followers entered the realm of delight. 
Matthew tells it this way:  “they set out; and there, ahead of them, went the star that they had seen at its rising, until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw that the star had stopped, they were overwhelmed with joy.”

Even in the midst of corruption, terror and uncertainty, these wise ones encountered unimaginable joy.    Is that our experience?  It is a deep sadness to me that in so many churches one finds no joy present at all (and often those where there is some expression of happiness, it is very superficial and unable to deal with the fears that come from the tough parts of life).  Dietrich Bonhoeffer, the great German theologian and martyr understood this joy. He once wrote that “the physical presence of other Christians is a source of incomparable joy and strength to the believer.”[1]  And yet, we might well ask: where has the joy gone?  I dare to suggest, if we don’t know what star we are following, it is unlikely that joy will overwhelm us.  Bonhoeffer suggests that a religious fellowship of devout souls may be more a human community than a spiritual one. Perhaps, in our churches today we are seduced into looking for good programmes, mission statements and outstanding leaders; arguing about what hymns we sing and the hurts we have received from each other; following aeroplanes rather than stars that lead to Christ.  Bonhoeffer suggests, rather starkly, that the only reason Christians come together is because of Jesus Christ.  The great blessings and joys of Christian community come solely because of our discipleship. “Bonhoeffer believed that our troubled world could be transformed by a believing church.  But he held that this could only be possible when the church itself was transformed into the likeness of Christ.”[2] The light of the star leads us to Christ so that we may worship God and become the Body of Christ.  When we follow the star – coming together as companions focussed on Christ – we too will experience deep and overwhelming joy.  

What star are you following?

This story of the Magi, told by Matthew, invites us to learn from these wise ones, who have taken great risks in their star-following: they enter other countries, engage with other faiths and political powers, in their search for the one they understand will offer a new way of living – a new way of believing, a new way of ruling.   After their encounter with cunning and dishonest Herod, the magi return home by “another way” – presumably not merely geographically.  They return to a new and different way of relating with life – they have a new way of seeing. 

My prayer for us, in this year into which we step today, is that we will continue to seek, identify and follow the stars which lead us into new Christ-like ways of seeing things.  And as we do that together, I am convinced we will be led into a way of living and being that fills us with an overwhelming joy – a joy that will carry us right through the year, no matter what difficulties and challenges might lie ahead.  Thanks be to God. Amen



[1] Life Together, p.8
[2] Charles Ringma Seize the Day with Dietrich Bonhoeffer Pinon Press Colorado, 2000

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Advent Communion Sermon

Preached at Knox Church Sunday Evening 4 December 2011

Readings:  Isaiah 40:6-9; Mark 1:1-8

What does it mean to live in these Advent Days?  What does it mean wait for the Christ?
I want to attempt to answer this question from four different settings – each may give a glimpse, which in turn, may help us expand into our own experiences, those words we sang in the first hymn: 
We wait for you, we long for you to come
O Jesus Christ, bring Christmas to our home[1]

 “The most wonderful news”, they told me “she’s coming home for Christmas!”   Last Sunday her parents received a phone call out of the blue – after ten years of being away on her great overseas experience, their daughter made a rather impetuous decision – she walked into a travel agent’s office last Saturday, and came out with a ticket in her hand.  After ten years of contact only via email, phone and the occasional letter, they’re going to see her again!   It’s been a long time – they missed out on her 21st birthday – and her 30th – she didn’t manage to come back for her grand-father’s funeral – there’s been much that has happened in the family –but she’s coming home in two weeks – they knew she would come home sometime – but, she’ll be there in time for this Christmas!   They’ve been waiting a long time for this moment – but now, the waiting time is almost over.  These next two weeks of waiting has a focused purpose and requires preparation – much preparation.  Her room will need to be cleared out – it’s collected quite a lot of junk over these past ten years …. favourite meals to be prepared …. perhaps a party for her friends …. maybe new curtains – definitely a spring-clean is in order.  And overriding everything is the great joy of the good news: She’s coming home!
What makes such an experience good news?  The love between parents and child?  The absence and promise of a return that has been carried for ten years?  The memories of the past – the good times and the more difficult?  The hopes for a shared future?  Memories and hopes coming together to offer possibility for unknown futures?   And what about the thoughts and fears that underlie the good news – how will she have changed? Will she fit in after all this time?  Good news, but, perhaps, with just hint of anxiety.
We wait for you, we long for you to come
O Jesus Christ, bring Christmas to our home

They had been living in Babylon for half a century – in exile – away from home.  Some of those who came into captivity had died – many others were born there.  Fifty years is a long time to live in a foreign country.  You get used to it – it becomes a bit like home – even if you are abused and discriminated against – even when you have to work hard and long.   It might not have been home, but they were settled.  And then, after all these years, the prophet Isaiah says, this empire has only a short period left of its existence.  It’s time to return to the land, to the temple to the city. It’s time to go home – to return to Jerusalem.  What activity such a suggestion must have engendered - hope and new possibilities were on offer – a ‘new exodus’ – a new chance. 
Would there have been arguments about whether or not to return?  Would some be happier to remain?  How would the new generation feel – a generation settled, perhaps well off, living in a fertile and cultured country?  What would it like to be uprooted – transported back to a rocky and barren landscape – to a city wrecked and taken over by others?  What would be the chance to make a living back in the dream-home country? 
Were they willing to trust God to do a new thing – even if their hopes aren’t realized?
We wait for you, we long for you to come
O Jesus Christ, bring Christmas to our home

Their life situation was pretty awful – that community out of which Mark’s gospel came.  Jerusalem overwhelmed, the city starved out, the temple destroyed.   The people’s only hope that the end of the world might be coming soon.    Listen to the story, the Gospel writer proclaims – listen to the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God.  At the beginning – no stories of baby Jesus, no stories of stars or angels, shepherds or magi – just the good news of Jesus Christ – announced by John – repent, you can be forgiven – Jesus Christ the son of God is coming and you will receive the Holy Spirit.   The spine-tingling words of Godspell and Handel’s Messiah linger:  Prepare ye the way of the Lord - The waiting is over – the one who has been promised for ages, is now about to enter the stage of history.  Every valley will be exalted – the glory of the Lord shall be revealed – and all people shall see it together – and he shall feed his flock like a shepherd.    Do we hear the longing and the yearning behind the promise?  And, even as we hear the longing for what might be, can we glimpse the shadows - catching the undertones of anxiety?  That which has been longed for requires change – change of attitude, change of life experience, change that may not be quite what we had hoped for, even as they yearned.
We know the end of that story too – in Mark’s gospel it ends with death and fear – and only a whisper of resurrection.  Who would have thought that a book commencing “The beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ the son of God” would take us not only through the miracles of life in all its abundance but also take us through the dark valleys of the shadow of death?
We wait for you, we long for you to come
O Jesus Christ, bring Christmas to our home

He’d left home twenty years ago – stormed off on his motor bike – the smell of burning rubber and the echoes of hurtful hateful words lingering, hanging there in the air between his stunned parents.  But now, for the first time in 20 years he was back in the neighbourhood.  He’d parked his motor bike just around the corner from that home where so many bitter words had been exchanged.  Thirty-six years old, and he was frightened to put his head around the corner.   “Dear Mum and Dad” – he’d written tentatively – “I’m older now – and wiser – I’m sorry.  If you can find it in your hearts to forgive me – if you would have me back – even just for a visit - I’ll drive past next Wednesday – and if you’re willing to have me home, just hang a white handkerchief outside my old bedroom window.”  Wednesday had come – and there he was, hiding behind the corner, petrified, not sure what he would do if he wasn’t welcome – and yet only half expecting they would want him in the house.  Eventually he got up the courage, peered around the corner, looking at the place that had been his teenage home – wondering, would there be a white handkerchief at the window.  The sight that greeted him was unmistakable – white sheets, white towels, white tablecloths billowed from every window.
We wait for you, we long for you to come
O Jesus Christ, bring Christmas to our home

My friends, white tablecloths are in abundance in this church this evening – they billow not from the windows, but from every pew and from the table – letting us know that this is a two-way waiting: not only do we wait for Christ, but Christ waits for us – arms outstretched in welcome – longing for us to experience wholeness and healing.   May it be that we are willing to respond – to be loved, to be received, to be transformed so that Christ does indeed bring Christmas to our home this year. 
Come now, Lord Jesus, enter our Christmas[2]



[1] Shirley Murray
[2] Shirley Murray

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Communion Meditation for Advent 2: 4 December 2011

Readings:  Psalm 85:1-2,8-13; Mark 1:1-8

Christmas music was playing in Arthur Barnett’s this week.  The crooning throughout the store assured us – “it’s the most wonderful time of the year”.  It got me thinking …  For weeks now, I have been planning for Advent and Christmas.  I know I’m not alone there.  It’s the way at this time of the year – much to plan, much to think about, much to do.  It’s a busy and yes, wonderful time: the Christmas cake matures, the glorious music of Handel’s Messiah reverberates through my being, even as I revel in the glorious sunshine of an unusually warm beginning to summer.   Messages come from friends far and near and, on a very personal note, our daughter, who herself was an Advent baby, is about to give birth to a Christmas baby. The joy, the hope, the love, the peace all bubble up within me; I want to celebrate with my whole being.  It’s a wonderful time of the year …

And yet, that’s not the whole story by far.  I know that this time of the year is exhausting and draining, that all the celebration and demands often leave one tired and empty.  I know that accidents, illness and death don’t take a break for Christmas.  I know that dysfunctional relationships are heightened and family violence increases at Christmas.  I know that the charming face of a child on our Christmas Appeal envelopes and posters can mask “the sustained, unspectacular terror of deprivation”[1]which is the reality of so much of this world 

My thoughts turn to Christmas Eve – to the service of worship which will be held in this Church in just three weeks time – where the church will be filled with people who come here perhaps only once a year – to participate in the wonder and mystery of midnight, candelight and carols.  And I think of those who, over the years, have come to earlier Christmas Eve services and then later, when life has presented unbearable challenges for them, have turned to this church for pastoral care and support.   And I find myself wondering, in my planning, how we might ensure our Christmas Eve service provides for those whose delight is great; as well as for those whose sorrow is overwhelming.

Too often, I fear, we are tempted to brush aside the pain and settle for a sentimental celebration, which ignores the suffering, injustice and devastation on this planet.  And yet, choosing to immerse ourselves in the high sentimentality of Christmas is nothing short of a travesty of the Gospel.  Ignoring the pain of the world not only intensifies the distress, trouble and sorrow experienced by so many; it also cheapens the Gospel. I’m not suggesting that tinsel, wrappings and festivities don’t have their place – but I am suggesting we need to delve deeper if we are to understand why, what and how we might celebrate the Christmas message.

Franciscan Richard Rohr[2] warns against accepting “an infantile gospel or an infantile Jesus” pointing out that “Jesus identified his own message with what he called the coming of the “reign of God” or the “kingdom of God,” whereas we have often settled for the sweet coming of a baby who asks little of us in terms of … the actual teaching of Jesus.”

Each Advent, the lectionary takes us into a new gospel.  Through this design, we are invited to concentrate our reflection and worship – focussing on the good news of Jesus Christ through the lens of one of the gospel writers.  In this coming year, we focus on Mark’s gospel – the opening verses of which we heard read this morning.  And, I think Mark’s Gospel might help us as we consider what Christmas is really about.

Over the next few weeks, we will rehearse some of those narratives we associate with Christmas – stories of a baby born a stable, of angels, shepherds, wise ones, stars – stories coming from different traditions – which we will conflate and sometimes even assume to be accurate histories, rather than two very different parabolic overtures written to provide theological settings for two of the Gospels.[3]   And, we could so easily fall into the temptation of thinking that these two distinct, and at times quite contradictory stories, are what Christmas is all about.

But Mark helps us not fall into that trap.  Mark doesn’t use the device of birth narrative to set the scene for his Gospel. Rather, just the single sentence:  the beginning of the Good News of Jesus Christ.   For Mark, there are no angels, no shepherds, no magi – no stories of a virgin birth, no travel to Bethlehem, nor slaughter of innocent babies – not even a genealogy.  Nothing to distract us from the Good News of Jesus. 

This Gospel of Mark, probably the first gospel to be written down, is the shortest gospel – it’s the one written with urgency – it’s the one that cuts quickly to the heart of things.  It starts with no room for ambiguity – no place for secrecy – no need for suspense.  The gospel writer simply proclaims his subject – the good news of Jesus Christ.  This is the kernel of his story.  …. Is there anything else that needs to be said? 

There’s not much room for sentimentalism in this tough challenging story, with its promise of hope and healing in the midst of the most difficult of circumstances.  The Good News of Jesus Christ is as counter-cultural today as it was more than two-thousand years ago.  This Jesus comes with a strange risky option for life – God’s alternative to human greed, human betrayal, human power struggles; God’s alternative to war, injustice and hatred.  When Christmas is stripped down – there, at the heart of what we celebrate – is the one who is our role model – the one we strive to follow – the one who walks into the pain of the world, offering healing, hope and hospitality. 

If we’ve been seduced by the sentimentality, it’s possible that stripping away all the glitter, the trimmings, and the celebration, we might just discover, as in the peeling of the layers of an onion, that we are left with nothing but a lingering smell.  But, Mark’s gospel reminds Jesus’ followers that stripping Christmas bare is as in the cracking of a walnut:  we remove the outer layers – the skin and the shell – to reveal a seed, a kernel, which will nourish and has potential for new growth.

Here at this table, at this meal which Jesus strips bare – here in a sip of grape juice and a morsel of bread – we receive the nourishing seed of Jesus’ teaching: Here we are reminded of the reason why we celebrate Christmas – a reminder of the life, teachings and ongoing story of Jesus, a reminder that in Christ, all times are the most wonder-filled times in the world.  Here, our fears and anxieties are replaced with a commitment to a new way of being; here we remember that even in brokenness, there is hope; that life comes from death; that Peace and Love will come again; here we are made whole, so that we may bring healing to the whole world.  So be it.  Amen



[1] William Loader quoted in last week’s sermon http://wwwstaff.murdoch.edu.au/~loader/MarkAdvent1.htm
[2] Daily Meditation: Advent -- Nov. 28, 2011, Center for Action and Contemplation  cac@cacradicalgrace.org
[3] Marcus J. Borg and John Dominic Crossan, The First Christmas: What the gospels really teach about Jesus’s birth 2007, pp 25-53.