The Crood Awakening

Psalm 27:1-6; John 8:12-19

 

 

Our family really loves making the time to bond and relax by watching family movies together.  Most all of these are computer animated.   Usually we wait until the ones that interest us are available to watch at home, though some really have been worth the big dollar outing to the big screen theater.   The Disney-Pixar Animation Studio has produced many of our favorites, but so too has Dreamworks Studios, whose principal partner is the always imaginative storyteller Stephen Spielberg.   They’re the folks behind such big hits as Shrek, Madagascar, and How to Train Your Dragon.

            Earlier this year, Dreamworks released a movie called “The Croods.”   I confess I wasn’t all that interested in this one.   The title had much to do with this as it naturally led me to suspect the movie would offer up some crude or rude humor.   I’ve been disappointed plenty of times when modern day “family” flicks feature lots of comedically timed bodily noises, moderately colorful language that embarrasses kids into laughter and inappropriate innuendo that’s aimed at keeping adults engaged.   I’m delighted to say that despite my first impressions about the title, this animated gem didn’t depend on that sort of stuff at all.   

            I discovered this when I finally watched it with Stef and the kids at home last week (they’d all seen it and loved it when it was in the theaters).   And overall, I find this creative, compelling and very funny adventure story is worth noting from the pulpit this morning.   It inspirationally illustrates the power of family truly living in the light of hope instead of just surviving the darkness in our world.     

            If you are unfamiliar with it, the movie is set in prehistoric times, somewhere closer than today to when God commanded light into existence and called it “good.”  The writers and animators used some science and lots of creative imagination for each scene, every creature, and for the way they paired it all with modern day dialogue.  “Crood” is the surname for a Neanderthal family of six.  The baby’s name is Sandy and her teenaged sister, the main protagonist of the story, is called Eep.  They have a brother named Thunk.  Dad’s name is Grug, mom’s name is Ugga, and her mom’s name is Gran.   This family’s ultimately touching and heroic story evolves through the storylines use of lots of symbolic darkness and light.

            The kind but super-protective dad clearly communicates what darkness means.   Near the beginning of the movie, we see the sun starting to set.    That’s when he shouts “Darkness brings death, we know this” before commanding everyone to get to safety inside their family cave.   Once inside, he rolls a giant stone in place to keep predators out.  He then literally throws each loved on into a pile for an extra measure of security.   Grug knows fully well the dangerous realities of darkness.  He deals with this anxiety through a set daily routine and by isolating his family from discovering anything new.   Faithfulness to this cave mentality has kept his people safe.

            This dad has some trouble, however, getting his teen daughter Eep to obey his family safety protocols.  She hates the physical and mental confinement of the cave.   She refuses to just be thrown into the family pile.   She is instead very much her own person -- curious and adventurous and above all a lover of the daylight.  When the sun sets, she delays obeying dad by climbing as high as possible to keep the light in sight.  We see her eyes and outstretched hand highlighted, which to me symbolize her desire to live with greater vision and to have a firmer grasp of her future.   She also speaks to the light in a pleading voice, expressing her strong hope that it will comes back again the next day. 

            One night, a predator manages to move dad’s big protective stone away just a crack.   It happens to be the night that a more highly evolved human being is moving about nearby the Crood cave.  Eep doesn’t see this stranger through the tiny opening, but does see the movement of his torch light.   Compelled by curiosity and utterly drawn to the new, compelling light, she finds a way to escape from the cave undetected. 

            That’s when the great adventure out of confining darkness really begins.   She catches up to the stranger, a fellow human who is simply called “Guy.”  And wouldn’t you know it?  He happens to be a teen boy who fascinates her – but not just because she finds him cute.  He too loves living with and by the light.   Being more highly evolved, he freely shares his knowledge of how to fully live beyond the security of the cave.  He teaches her how to make fire for illumination and protection.   He introduces her too all sorts of new, highly adaptive ideas.  He tells her stories about overcoming darkness, stories that fill her with hope.   In general, Guy helps enlighten Eep.    She begins to see the world in ways far beyond that of her dad’s safe but restrictive interpretations.  She’s seeks bright new horizons and experiences abundant life in the beauty and diversity of the creation around her.  

            There is a whole lot more, of course, to this story of the Crood awakening.   The good news is that through family adventures in the light, the extremely anxious and overprotective dad eventually does come to trust the vibrant newness and opportunity of life beyond his cave dwelling instincts.  Living becomes about more than just surviving from one period of darkness to the next and relying on his strict adherence to tradition.  And best of all, he finds true security through strengthened, loving family bonds.

            Now, The Croods is not a Christian movie.  Yet as I reflected on its powerfully symbolic and emotionally moving contrasts between living in the dark and living in the light as individuals and as family, I sure did think about how Jesus invites us to live.   Hear again the words of our Lord -- “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness but will have the light of life.”   

            One key to understanding what it means to live by “the light of life” that is Jesus Christ is to realize that John 8:12 is located within a specific conversation, following a specific real life event.   Jesus had been in conversation with a group of religious authorities, the Pharisees.  This group closely guarded their way of life, finding security through strict observance of the Jewish rituals and the written Law of their tradition.   As such, they had a rather overprotective, isolating way of dealing with sin and the darkness in the world it causes.    This didn’t make them bad people, but it did tend to make them more than a bit blind when the divine Light of salvation they had been waiting for fully entered the world.   Most all weren’t able to accept that Jesus was declaring Himself to be this Light.  They sealed themselves off and felt threatened by his teaching with greater authority concerning all that it means to really be alive, fully engaged and truly secure in this big wide world. 

            I don’t wish to draw the symbolic parallel too sharply, but Jesus consistently called the Pharisees out of their time-honored cave mentality.  He challenged them to step out and see brighter, broader horizons of holy hope … to find faith and freedom in new ways of caring for one another and all of creation through radically inclusive, selfless love and forgiveness.  Right before our reading this morning, John’s Gospel gives the perfect example of this as the Pharisees attempted to condemn a woman to death by stoning for breaking their spiritual safety protocols.        

            “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness but will have the light of life.”  

            This means living faithfully by letting our Lord guide us through and invite us to further engagement with any darkness that makes us feel fearful and anxious in this world.  

            It means instead of allowing ourselves to have a close-minded, self-righteous mind, we welcome new revelations and offer new hope to all God’s people.  

            It means having even more honest, mutual relationships with our loved ones as well as letting others enlighten us.  

            It means keeping our minds illuminated and guided by the Word, the Light of the World, as we strive to care for one another and all creation.  

            It means when we experience the onset of any darkness, we faithfully ascend to be closer to the Light of life through prayer and worship and fellowship and service.

            It means deeply trusting that the Light of Christ comes to us with the dawn of each new day.

            And, I do believe it means not being afraid to have a Crood awakening every now and again.   Amen.

The Promise Passed On

Psalm 119:57-64; 2 Timothy 1:1-14
World Communion Sunday 2013

 

            As I sat down Thursday morning to begin putting thoughts together for my offering of the Good News this morning, I noticed a letter sized white envelope sticking out of one of several paper piles on my office desk.    I immediately knew what it was, and that it’d been there about two weeks waiting for me to follow up in reply with a letter of my own.   There wasn’t an email option or even a phone number, so part of my delay was trying to remember how snail mail works!   I believe the Spirit called my attention to it in that moment … not just as an overdue “to do” item, but because I find the content of that properly formatted letter to be related to the message of 2 Timothy.

            It was sent to my attention by a gentleman out in California.   He’d been researching his family genealogy project for many months.   This led him to our churchyard, in search of several members of the Beam family.   Specifically,  John Beam, who died in December 1833 at the age of 33.  His resting place is just a little bit in from our front stone wall to the left of the gate.   I’m curious … anyone here have Beam family ties?    This gentleman living on the west coast reached out to me with the hope of further establishing, in his words, a “factual, credible, documented family tree” for his children and grandchildren.    I was glad I could support this endeavor a little bit, with the help of our excellent cemetery map.   And glad I recalled how to format a letter in this age of emailing!           

            This experience was a good reminder that family names help deeply root and interpret our identity.   Not all of us have spent a lot of time researching our family history – but I know we all have intergenerational family stories that name various relatives who have influenced us in various ways.   We first learn about the essentials and complexities of life and about core values from the folks who share our family names.    There’s a beautiful lyric affirming this family bond by my favorite folk-rock group, The Avett Brothers.   The song is a conversation between the singer who is worried about dying and his loved ones.   He sings that should this happen, they are to “Always remember there was nothing worth sharing like the love that lets us share our name.”[i]            

            Today being World Communion Sunday, I also spent some time this week faithfully reflecting on the significance of family names in other cultures.   This is how I came upon the following African expression – Umuntu, nagamuntu, nagabantu.   It means, “A person is a person because of other persons.”    I found this in a very inspiring article written by Yale Divinity School professor, Dr. Lamin Sanneh, who was born and raised in Gambia.   He shared it to emphasize the obvious fact that we are born, grow, live and die in family relationship.   In the context of African community, it’s not “I Think, Therefore I Am” … it’s “I Am Related, Therefore I Am.”  

            As a professor of World Christianity, he then affirmed that family names significantly help spread our faith wherever we are in the world and in the Church.   “As long as our names exist,” he wrote, “the Church has hope of continuing community.”    As I thought about this, it became wonderfully true to me as I started prayerfully naming names that have helped and continue to help sustain and grow FPC.  Can you also think of a couple of these names right now?  Oh, and did you feel your ears ringing as I was deep in thought?

            In this morning’s text from 2 Timothy, there is a powerful affirmation about the influence of family names upon faith community.    Did you notice it?   

            This part of the Bible is a letter.   It was written to Timothy, whom the Apostle Paul regarded and groomed as his heir in ministry.   Timothy is reminded about what it means to be a true apostle in the world -- that is, to be a divinely commissioned delegate for “the sake of the promise of life that is in Jesus Christ.”    He’s reminded that it requires three things in particular -- worshipping God with a clear conscience, trusting that the holy plan of salvation in Christ has existed since “before the ages began,” and that it means relying on the Holy Spirit to give the power of love and self-discipline during times of suffering.    Paul supremely exemplifies apostleship.  

             But this letter is about more than what it’s like to pass the promise of Good News along in the powerful way of Paul.    It’s about foundations.  It’s about family.  It’s about naming the forebears who gifted faith.    It’s about Timothy’s divine commissioning being deeply rooted in his identity as a child of his faith-gifting mother Eunice and his faith-gifting grandmother Lois.          Have you ever stopped to wonder whether or not we are born with faith?   By faith, I mean having a clear conviction about the truth of God?   Since we are created in God’s image, I say we are certainly born with the capacity for this, but otherwise I whole-heartedly agree with theologian William Willimon.    Inspired by 2 Timothy 1:14, he states that “You can’t be born with faith; faith must be given. You can’t discover Christianity through long walks alone in the woods, rummaging around in your ego, or thinking deep thoughts in the library. You must receive this faith; you must be given faith in Christ by someone else. Faith is gift all the way down.  Faith is a divine treasure handed down from one generation to the next.”  To punctuate this, he further proclaims that “If you have faith in Christ, then it’s because somebody loved you and Christ enough to tell you the stories, live the faith before you, and show you the way.”[ii]  

            To state something obvious, there is enormous diversity in this world among all of the people professing faith in Jesus Christ.    Faith gets handed down through generations speaking many different languages in a myriad of cultures.   And across the history of Christianity, it’s a tragic fact that there has always been a great deal of sinful disagreement and division within this great diversity.   It goes all the way back to the bickering of the first disciples over who among them had the greatest faith.   But all the history of this does not blot out the Bible’s authoritative teaching that unity should always be our goal.   The name above all names that roots us all as one family is Jesus Christ. 

            Ephesians 4:1-6 is a constant clarion call for unity in Christ’s name while also celebrating our divinely gifted diversity.  It charges us individually and collectively to  “Lead a life worthy of the calling to which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, making every effort to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called to the one hope of your calling, one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all, who is above all and through all and in all.”

            Truth is, every Sunday is a celebration of world communion in Christ’s name.   Yet how good it is to have this special day (which originated within the Presbyterians in 1936) set apart as a specific reminder.    It’s a day inviting all generations in all places to celebrate the Sacrament the Lord’s Supper as our central act of faith.   In solidarity with our faith family members who must walk great distances in order to share in this spiritual feast, you are invited this morning to come forward before the table and the Cross to receive the elements.   As you do so with humble gratitude and genuine joy for “the sake of the promise of life that is in Jesus Christ,” I especially encourage you to prayerfully recall the names of all the people who have gifted you with faith in this great hope.   I encourage you to also reaffirm your commitment to keep passing on this promise, to be faith-bearers in this time and place and apostles to the world we experience every single day.   And may we all be mindful of what former PC(USA) Moderator Bruce Reyes-Chow has written in answer to the question of why he takes communion – “I take communion because it reminds me that the Body of Christ goes far beyond those who circle the table in our little church; rather it is extended to those whom we will most likely never meet, which in turn compels us to live in the world as if every person is a brother and sister in Christ.”[iii]    Amen.

           

 

 

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[i] “Murder In the City”

[ii] http://thq.wearesparkhouse.org/featured/indebted-faith/

[iii] http://www.patheos.com/Resources/Additional-Resources/Why-I-Take-Communion.html

Does Holy Hospitality Happen in Hurried Lives?

Proverbs 8:32-36; Luke 10:38-42

“I want to suggest that one of the great reasons the church is declining during our day,” writes Luther Seminary professor David J. Lose, is that many “people have a hard time connecting what we do at church with what we do the rest of the week.”  

            He certainly had my immediate attention when I read these words.   I’m a practical guy in all areas of my personal and professional life.   I pray my grace fueled efforts for our Lord will have tangibly life transforming results.   When I hear the phrase “What would Jesus do?” I think it’s helpful but a little too academic.  I prefer to ask the more practical question, “What will Jesus do?”[i]      

            So I eagerly read on to learn more about what might be prohibiting me and other people from more fully living out our faith beyond the time spent in church building spaces.   This professor continued to state his view of this problem, saying, “Their faith practices on Sunday are nice, perhaps even comfortable, but they don’t inform their daily decisions at work, home or school.  In short, they don’t find their faith particularly useful.”   Given that our current culture is a “24/7 world of multiple opportunities and obligations,” he reminds us that biblical stories really do need to be thought about beyond Sunday.   Having them in mind and heart on a daily basis grows a faithfully fruitful life.

            In today’s Gospel lesson, Luke drops us into a home that has welcomed Jesus.    In this home are two practical examples, by way of sisters Martha and Mary, about how to be useful when offering and receiving holy hospitality.   Holy hospitality happens in all the times and places we graciously welcome and treat one another in the way Jesus taught in word and deed.

Opportunities for this hospitality happen on special occasions as well as every day for us.   After all, there isn’t any space we find ourselves in where the Spirit of our Lord is not present.   So whose example should we consider and follow each day?    Who is more faithful, Martha or Mary?   

            Actually, these questions wrongly suggest that the witness of Martha and Mary are mutually exclusive.   I believe this Gospel scene teaches that holy hospitality is truly about balancing the Martha and the Mary within us all. 

            The Martha within us all is diligently dutiful.   She does what is expected of her and so is always very, very busy.   She spends much of her time making check marks next to all the tasks on her to-do lists.   She takes pride in being very productive and in her accomplishments.  Hers is quite a hurried life of constantly serving others.    This is how she most understands what it means to live for the Lord.  

            But the Martha within us all is also often full of anxiety.   In trying to keep up and do the things expected of her, she worries that she doesn’t really measure up.    She finds comfort in reminding herself that her intentions are almost always faithful and honorable.   But this also keeps up the constant pressure, for she doesn’t want to disappoint herself or anybody else.  And when she gets to feeling exhausted and overwhelmed, she often finds herself angry and resentful about any and all reasons why.   

            It’s the Martha within us all that knew exactly how to offer hospitality to Jesus in this morning’s scene from Luke.  As a faithful servant of her culture, she had busied herself with the tasks of getting the house and meal ready to properly receive her guest.   This work of proper hosting, especially for Jesus, continued even after He’d arrived.

            While the Martha within us all was doing this, the Mary within us all focused her faith of sitting rather than serving.   In the presence of Jesus, she put aside any to-do lists and sat out doing what was culturally expected of her.    Helping her sister took a backseat to Jesus’ feet.  She found it more useful to sit there and listen intently to what he had to say (even though this was a position only allowed of men of her day).   This Mary within us all is deeply devout and cares most about making time to absorb and obey the Word of the Lord.  She has a cherished cross-stitch hanging on a wall someplace that reads, “Hear instruction and be wise, do not neglect it.” (Prov. 32)

            We know these faithful sisters well, don’t we?   Throughout our years of life, I trust we’ve seen them reflected back in our mirrors and in the faces of folks we know.   The sort of busyness varies with all the roles and responsibilities we and others have had and continue to have.   So too taking the time to honor our intrinsic desire to stop and set aside devotional time with the Word of God.   

            In that house on that long ago day, Jesus made it clear that Mary is the better example of what to do when offering and receiving the hospitality of the Lord.   The one thing we all need more than anything else is to make time for the holy, life giving and forgiving words of Jesus.   

            In making this clear, however, our Lord didn’t shame Martha for her diligently dutiful service.   Some folks do interpret his words to her as a harsh rebuke.    But I side with the interpretation that when he said, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things” he was compassionately helping her to recognize that she was allowing herself to be dragged in too many directions.   He did so to invite her back to the number one rule of hospitality – truly paying attention to and being present to the guest.     He did so to invite her to have a more useful, practical balance between serving and listening, between worrying about her life and trusting in Him.   Hospitality happens in hurried lives, but it is only understood as holy hospitality when time is set aside to sit with the Word and see the Light of Jesus Christ in the midst of it.

            As a congregation, we share experiences together that call upon us to balance the Martha and the Mary within us all.   I find this to be especially true every time we welcome IHN.   There sure is a lot of hurry up and do beforehand – such as setting-up the community house, going on grocery runs for non-perishables, recruiting meal-makers and overnight hosts.   And there are shifting schedules, good communications, and occasional troubleshooting to stay atop of when our guests are here.   How many here today experience the Martha within you before and during our IHN hosting?

            Yet these are also times to really rejoice in the presence of the Lord … times when the Mary within us humbly delights in being taught more about God’s unconditional love, acceptance, strengthening, and amazing grace.    This happens as we take time listen to heartfelt stories shared around the dinner table or out in the parking lot.    It happens as we experience the resilient sounds of children, the fun and therapeutic music of Macheis, the affirmations exchanged about how beautiful it feels to love our neighbors as ourselves.   And it happens when we lift up prayers aloud and in the quiet of our hearts.   

            We will regard our faith as useful when we keep in balance the Martha and the Mary within us.   As we do this together here in worship on Sundays, we are better prepared to do so in all the other areas of our daily lives.    And thus we become a great cloud of witnesses to what is holy in this often terribly hurried world!  Amen.  

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[i] www.workingpreacher.org/craft.aspx?m=4377&post=2644

Taking Heart: Reflections from 2013 ECG Conference

Isaiah 42:5-9; Matthew 9:14-26

 

I praise God for the many inspiring, faithfully challenging conversations and experiences I had this past week.    These happened while attending the national Presbyterian Church (USA) Evangelism and Church Growth Conference held in St. Pete Beach, FL.   And I thank God for the support of both FPC and Newton Presbytery that made this ministry shaping trip possible.   Last Sunday, I indicated that I’d come back today and offer a big summary for you all.   Well, I confess that I can’t truly summarize it all in this space of time!   I’ll be deciding on some additional ways to share and foster open space for conversation, so please stay tuned.    I know to really process everything it’s going to take me a good deal more time in prayer, study, and honest conversations with brothers and sisters of our faith and particular tradition.

This said, it’s very much on my heart to start some place with you all.   So this morning I do have one perspective to share from this time away where we addressed how we can take heart in the face of the continued dramatic decline in our denomination.   Did you know the PC(USA) lost over 100,000 members between 2011 and 2012[i]?   And on our local level, I very much share with many of you the web of concerns that accompany the fact that FPC is not experiencing much growth.    

We begin taking heart by turning to Jesus, trusting Him to lead us by the power of the Holy Spirit because He knows us better than we know ourselves.  Our Gospel lesson today is witness to this, especially with regard to how hard it can be to present new ideas and new conceptions of holy truth.   He knew well that we tend to have an ardent attachment to traditions.  So when the Jewish Scribes and Pharisees cried out, “We’ve never done that before!” he fully understood that new ideas were actually considered sinful and not just mistakes.    He knew that every one of our minds can grow as hard as old wineskins lacking the elasticity needed to hold fresh wine. 

We also begin to take heart in the fact that our Lord taught that remarkable transformations happen when people aren’t afraid to reach out to Him no matter what others in the crowd may think and say.  Much like the suffering daughter of God in Mathew 9:20, we need to trust every time we faithfully reach out to touch the cloak of Christ, we will be acknowledged and be made healthier.

So, with fresh wine in one hand and the other hand reaching for our Lord, let me confess to you all that I totally didn’t see the gorilla.   I think I need to explain this carefully! 

My experience of the seemingly invisible gorilla happened Wednesday morning during an hour and a half presentation by Pastor Doug Pagitt, our second keynote speaker.  Fortunately, a real gorilla did not pass through the several hundred of us gathered in a big reception tent.    Neither did a person in a campy sort of gorilla suite saunter through.   If either of those had happened and I’d missed it, I’d be super worried about my ability to pay attention to what’s happening right in front of me in the life of our Lord’s church!   

The guy in the guerilla suite that I didn’t see at all instead appeared in a very short video that was shown to us on a large screen.    I saw everything else in the video – the three young women and three young men standing closely together in front of three closed elevator doors, frantically passing a basketball back and forth to one another.   Half were wearing white t-shirts and the other half black t-shirts.   I was specifically instructed to count how many times the folks in the white t-shirts passed the ball.    So that’s all that I did.   Afterwards, our speaker asked a couple times for a show of hands about the ball count.   Then he asked how many of us saw the gorilla -- as in the fake one that walked directly into the middle of the ball passing group, briefly paused for a mug shot, and then sauntered straight to the other side.  

I sat at the table feeling incredulous.   My wife and ministry colleague Stefanie was sitting right beside me and saw it just fine … so too did all but one other person seated at our table.    I did not believe it had been in the video until the video was replayed starting at the point of the gorilla entrance.   All true.   I just completely didn’t perceive what was directly in front of me.   I’d been too intensely focused on the one specific task I was asked to do.

And this, of course, was our keynote presenter’s big point.    Just like the psychology researchers who created the video, he wanted us to be aware of our “selective attention,” which is a way of saying many people miss what is going on around them and they really have no idea they are missing so much.

What Doug Pagitt then led us through was an intensive, rapid fire discussion about how many churches and church leaders are not seeing the cultural shifts going on around them and thus really don’t know they are missing so much.  Noticing the cultural shifts is critical for church growth.   They can bring about changes in the way we talk about faith, how we understand and house authority, and how we choose the “tools” used to live out our values.    Again, unpacking how this might relate to us will take more time than I have allotted for this worship service.    But let me give you the thumbnail version he offers regarding the three major “ages” of American culture over the past two hundred years.   Then we’ll make note of the one we are in right now and ask ourselves how well we’re able to see the gorilla here at FPC.[ii]

The distinct “ages” of American culture are as follows – the Agrarian Age, the Industrial Age, and the Information Age.   We are now in a new era, one Pagitt has dubbed the “Inventive Age.”   In his book on this topic, he notes that “Few cultural institutions have been able to move through all these shifts with their central identity intact.” and that “the church has been a steady – though not unchanged – presence in each age.”

Our congregation began in the Agrarian Age.   Speaking broadly, this was an age when the “majority of human beings lived pretty much as their parents, grandparents and great-grandparent had.  They worked the land, rarely lived more than one hundred miles from where they were born, and knew they’d be luck to see their 50^th birthdays.” Success was measured by survival, this church was regarded as a local parish, and our church leaders were viewed as Pastors, akin to Shepherds.

With the Industrial Revolution in Europe and the United States of the late 1800’s, we would have likely begun referring to my predecessors as preachers.   It was a sermon by preacher William Otis Ruston (1875-1877) that offered invaluable record for our FPC history book.   Perhaps he recognized how critical it was to document our history from 1747 – 1876 before it got lost, for this was an age when people began moving from farms to cities to work in factories.   Manufactured goods became the currency of the culture.   The manufacturing mindset impacted local parishes, as they found themselves shifted into major denominational groupings and their preachers charged with maintaining and repeating the denominational “brand” (Presbyterians, et al.)  

With the Industrial Age still booming (these shifts don’t happen in neat succession), came the start of the Information Age in the 1920’s and 1930’s.    The Industrial Age made it possible for more and more people to have access to “books, newspapers, radios, and eventually televisions,” so “knowledge and information became the most valuable assets of our culture.”   Our denominational churches were viewed as learning centers and their leaders regarded first and foremost as Teachers.   We added Christian Education wings to our worship and fellowship spaces, such as we did here at our Community House in 1965 under the leadership of pastor-teacher John Cooney.  Success in this age was synonymous with expertise.

I know this is going long, but here I find myself pausing to assess my call in ministry.   I go by the Agrarian Age title of Pastor because my heart most connects with Jesus shepherding the marginalized and because of my love of small “flocks.”  And I have been trained through a Master’s degree to be both the denominational “brand” representative preacher as well as the information age knowledge dispenser of Bible and theology.   I believe these three identities fit my service with you all in FPC’s ministry.    Following this conference, however, I’m wondering how best to continue in this way (as I believe is necessary given the ways our church family reflects the first three ages) while also helping to lead us all in reaching out to the present age of American culture with the Good News of Jesus Christ.

Presently, we are in the Inventive Age.   These are days built around big ideas being fueled by rapidly changing computer and communication technologies.   These technologies create a remarkable, immediate sense of global interconnectivity.  I think that smart phones are the best symbol of this cultural shift.  As Doug Pagitt put it at the conference, we’ve moved from people who didn’t know anyone beyond one hundred miles to instant Twitter updates on our mobile phones from people we don’t really know reporting from the middle of the Arab Spring.   These are days of quick discovery, constant creativity, pluralistic perspectives, “inclusion, participation, and collaboration.”  It impacts all of us, but I find it especially frames the way my school aged children and most all young adults think and interact.   It’s an age of personalization that is not narcissistic, but instead about a “longing to attach meaning to experiences.”   So we have 24-7 personalized Google news instead of an entire newspaper delivered to our doorsteps every morning.   I read and hear the word “relevant” a whole lot.  

Co-op models are most authoritative and abound everywhere, including the church.   To quote Pagitt’s book, people who are living out and into this cultural shift “don’t want to simply use resources created by and controlled by others … [authority] isn’t in the wisdom of the village leaders or the deep pockets of the factory owners or the knowledge of the corporate executives. Authority is found in the way our experiences come together and create reality.”   It is found in relationships and is “user generated.”   The values of previous ages still exist, but in different, even subservient, roles.   Knowledge, for example, is important, but only as a means of discovering something else.  In the view of the Inventive Age, church leaders such as myself thus do well to identify ourselves less as pastors, less as preachers, less as teachers, and more as facilitators.  

The overall implications of this Inventive Age are still emerging, but we can be sure that new norms have and will continue to be created.    This is why I am now in the middle of reading Pagitt’s book Evangelism in the Inventive Age and will be putting it into conversation with what I learned from the conference workshops, clinics, and the other amazing keynote speaker.   Then I hope to put all this in further, less formal conversation with many of you and your loved ones and your neighbors.   
 
I understand why I didn’t see the gorilla, how my mind was trained on only one thing.   The one thing I’ve been most trained to be is pastor as “brand name” preacher and pastor as knowledge-disseminating teacher.  In other areas of my life, I’m deep into the Inventive age.  But aside from my creating and maintaining our church website, my being able to text and email, my having a personal and somewhat pastoral presence on Facebook, and a few other inklings of what to do  … I’m on a journey to discover how to be more of a pastor-as-facilitator church leader.  How will we as a church family in and for Jesus Christ truly start to see and engage the Inventive Age happening right in the middle of our passing the ball around our predominantly Industrial and Information age FPC framework?  

So I hope many of you will join me on this journey of making connections between the dominant ages of American culture so as to better understand the implications for church growth in 2013 and beyond.   Together in the Spirit, we’ll take heart by putting the wine of salvation in fresh wineskins and we’ll reach out to touch the strengthening cloak of Christ!  Amen.

 

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[i] http://www.pcusa.org/news/2013/5/30/stated-clerk-releases-pcusa-2012-statistics/

[ii] Doug Pagitt, Evangelism in the Inventive Age, Section 2

Where the Living Water Spills and Flows

Psalm 65; John 4:1-28

  With Anna starting High School this week, I found myself lost in a few memories from my own teen years.   And as I began a fresh study of this morning’s lesson from John’s Gospel, one memory in particular surfaced.  It has nothing to do with academics, sports, music or social clubs.    It has to do with my male buddies and I being glued to the T.V. so we could be part of the action taking place as we watched “professional wrestling.”   Developmentally, I think we were all wired for this.   Emotionally, it was a way to process anything we were … well, wrestling with.   It was especially cathartic for working out the anger those of us surviving in broken, abusive homes had to deal with.     The hyped up battles between all kinds of overblown, ballistic bad guys and super-sensationalized, heroic good guys was something we really looked forward to seeing.  

            Many of the bad guys were simple stereotypes based on them being from a hostile foreign country or from a particular part of American culture.   But some were walking, talking, body-throwing, arm-pinning object lessons.    It’s one of these that came to mind this week.  His character name was “Mr. Perfect.”    I don’t feel a need to describe him in detail.  Just know, or perhaps you remember, that he grandly demonstrated everything anyone needs to know about the foolishness of believing you are or ever can be perfect at anything.   Sadly, and adding some additional poignancy to this memory, the actor-athlete who performed as Mr. Perfect died in 2003 from a hard drug, steroid and painkiller combination.  He was my age at the time.

            While this character was an object lesson that I laughed at, in reality, those were days when I felt all kinds of cultural pressures to grow into or come as close as possible to certain ideals of perfection – from my complexion to my clothing to my social standing to my smarts, my skills, my future career and what kind of family I should one day have.  I drank in every  message of imperfection.   And when I found myself a few years later, at the age of 22, standing at Central Presbyterian Church of Summit with a wet forehead and a fresh identity after receiving the Sacrament of Baptism, I can honestly say I pressured myself to be some kind of perfect servant of our Lord.  

            Can you recall times in your life when you pressured yourself or were pressured by others to strive for perfection?    If so, how’d that go?   And did you also believe on some level that this is what God expected of you?

            There is a traditional folktale of anonymous origin that I find helps us gain some faithful perspective on the sinful temptation to want to be perfect.    It’s a story about a water bearer who carried two large clay pots attached at the ends of a pole upon his shoulder.   One pot was perfect, always delivering a full portion of water.   It was proud to perfectly accomplish what it was made for.   The other pot, however, had a crack in it.  So when it arrived at the home from the long walk back from the stream, it did so half-full.   It was miserable and ashamed of its imperfection.  

            After years of feeling like a failure, the fragile pot one day spoke to the water bearer.    It said, “I’m ashamed of myself. I apologize to you.  I’ve only been able to deliver half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.  Because of my flaw, you’ve had to do all this work and you don’t get full value from your efforts.”    The water bearer responded right away, saying, “Have you noticed that there are flowers only on your side of the path?  This is because I have always known about your flaw.  So I decided to plant flower seeds on your side.  Every day, on our walk back, you water them.  Through our years together, I’ve been able to pick the loveliest flowers to decorate my dining table.  Without you being just the way you are, there wouldn’t be this beauty to grace my home.”

            God knows, none of us is perfect.    None of is perfect in our family life, our friendships, our employment, our citizenship, our faithful service to the Lord.  But what an inspiration this little story is.  It invites us to accept ourselves for who we are and to trust that God (the One who truly carries us on every pathway of life) knows us fully, loves us fully, and graciously chooses to grow beauty in this world through us.    Imperfections and all!   

            In the fourth chapter of John’s Gospel, we meet one of God’s imperfect but very precious pots.   She is an unnamed woman called upon to realize that she is filled with the living water of salvation in Jesus Christ.    At the start of this true life story, she is presented as being a fragile pot.   She had come to be this way because of people’s perceptions and definitions of her.  How we choose to see, and how Jesus sees us, is a key theme throughout John’s Gospel.

              Her fellow Samaritans apparently saw her in quite a negative light.   All John tells us as to why has to do with the number of her marriage partners.   Generally, women of her ancient culture were socially marginalized and shamed, unable to live independently.    So the negative light likely had to do with her being widowed or divorced any number of times, or, out of necessity, financially dependent on a male she was not married too.    Whatever the exact reason, it apparently forced her to fetch water from the well in town at midday, in the scorching hot sun.   Nobody chose to go to the well at that time of day.   So she really would have only done this to avoid being seen and reminded with unkind words or sideways glances from her own people about her culturally appointed imperfections.   

            Her neighboring Jews would have seen her and immediately felt animosity.   Despite common ancestors, Jews and Samaritan had a long standing ethnic, religious rivalry.   Actually, it’s more like Jews wouldn’t have seen her at all -- they usually avoided traveling through Samaria altogether. 

            And yet with cultural boundaries firmly in place, a tired and thirsty Jesus not only traveled through Samaria, he sat down for a spell at that very well.  At high noon.   In the brightest light of day.    To reveal a different Son.   That’s when she sees him and he truly sees her.  Rather than abiding by a lot of religious and traditional rules strictly forbidding such a thing, they then have a radically honest and direct conversation about faithful identity, the hope of salvation and true worship.    By the end of it, she is transformed.  She realized Jesus is her Messiah, her well of hope, the bearer and giver of life sustaining spiritual water, the pure source of her salvation and that of the world.    She accepted that she had been gifted with this living water and that it was welling up within her and that she no longer needed to feel dependent upon that old worldly well with its ethnic controversy and social oppressions.    Seeing herself as Jesus saw her, she confidently leaves behind her old water and enthusiastically presents herself as a precious pot full of the Lord’s living water for everyone in town to see.   And though they all still saw her as cracked, they got watered along their rough edges.   And beautiful salvation through Jesus came to bloom and grow among them all.

            Imperfect as we are, the Living Water that is Jesus, with His life saving and sustaining grace and love, the water symbolized in our baptisms, is within all of us too through the free flowing power of the Holy Spirit.   As is later declared in John’s Gospel, in verse 38 of chapter 7, “Out of the believer’s heart shall flow rivers of living water.”    And so may our heart sing a praise song -- “Flow river flow, flood the nations with grace and mercy, send forth Your Word, Lord and let there be light!”     May we all rejoice in believing that we are fully known, filled to overflow with love, and graciously called by God to let the Living Water leak, spill and flow out of us today as we carry on being carried through all of life’s labors.    Amen.