Thursday, September 7, 2023

On dwelling and belonging and joy!

      Yes, I know sermons are creatures of God when prayed discerned and given.  Yes, I know y’all hate it when I preach two different sermons at the two gatherings on Sundays.  No, I did not have time to write them out this week.  Yes, I understand it almost makes more work for me during the following week as I deal with people who want to know why I preached one sermon at 8am and another at 10:30am and the contents of both.  And, yes, I understand when I give what I feel is a “meh” sermon, God will sometimes still use it to reach whom He needs to reach.  Yes, I realize that this sermon will be different from the earlier service, but life and death has changed our context!  Now that all of that is out of the way, we can jump right into Exodus, at both services, today, but maybe look at Exodus in a bit different light.

     The story itself is very well known, even outside those who self-identify as the people of God.  We call it the Burning Bush story in most Christian contexts.  Heck, for most of us gathered, it was the voice from the Burning Bush in the movie The Ten Commandments that was only recently replaced by the voice of Morgan Freeman as the voice of God in the minds of many.  Why the grumbling?  Do we have a lot of George Burns fans here today?  I am almost ready to change my sermon and go down that rabbit hole—whose voice do you hear when you read God speaking in Scripture?  Wouldn’t that be fun to talk about?  Maybe a rector’s forum would be better!

     In any event, as you have just heard and know from countless viewings of the Ten Commandments, God has just called and commissioned Moses.  Moses has seen the bush burning and not being consumed off in the distance, and so he has gone closer to examine what he has perceived.  From that bush, God speaks to Moses.  God instructs Moses to come no closer and to take off his shoes.  And this serves as one of those “different lights” of which I was talking a few minutes ago.

     If I was to ask you to name Moses’ tribe, how would you assign him?  More importantly, would the tribe to which you assigned him on the day of the Burning Bush accept him?  His story is well known, but do we place close attention to such details?  For example, if we declared Moses a Hebrew, would the Hebrews that God commissions him to free from Pharaoh accept him as one of their own?  He was raised a prince of Egypt in the royal household, their oppressors.  Do you think they would claim him as Hebrew before he’s led them to freedom?  Don’t worry.  Moses has his doubts, too.  He asks God what answer he should give to Israel when they ask what God’s Name is.  Moses realizes that they will be incredibly suspicious of him and his motives.  Though he is Hebrew by birth, he has not had their hard life of oppression.

     What if you called him an Egyptian?  Would they accept him?  The last couple weeks of OT readings has made it clear that Egypt fears and despises Israel.  Pharaoh commands the midwives to put the male babies to death and then drafts all Egypt into that effort.  They probably would not accept him either, huh?  I mean, he is one of them!

     That only leaves one other tribe, right?  Would the Midianites accept him as one of their own?  He has married into Jethro’s family, and Jethro is well respected.  Moses has become a good, if not great, shepherd.  Of course, they mostly think of Moses as an Egyptian.  It makes sense.  Moses crossed the great desert from Egypt at the beginning of his exile.  Why would they not think of him as an Egyptian?

     Three tribes, but none to claim his own and none to claim him.  It’s almost as if Moses is a wanderer like some other figure in history, traveling, but with no home to call his own.  If you have missed too many weeks this summer, I am referencing Abraham, the wandering Aramean.

     When we think on Moses, we tend to think on Moses after the Exodus, don’t we?  We tend to think of the guy who parted the Red Sea or was given the torah by God.  If we study the Scriptures a bit more, we might think of the snakes or the quail or the manna.  But we generally think about Moses after God has called and used him in His redemptive purposes.  Everyone wants to claim Moses as their own by the end of the story.  At the beginning, though?  Not so much.

     I point that out for a reason here as he approaches the burning bush and hears the voice of God.  Moses has been bereft of his identity.  Moses has been dependent upon the tolerance and hospitality of others.  Now, as Moses comes into the presence of God, how is he treated.  God tells him to take off his shoes.

     I know, I know, it is hallowed or sacred ground because God is present.  But in these ANE cultures around which Moses has bounced, there is a bit more at work other than God being present, which, let’s face it, is incredible for some to accept.  Taking off one’s sandals was a meaningful act in what you and I call hospitality.  To be invited into the dwelling of one meant one was being extended the protection of the host.  In other words, if I invited you into my dwelling place, you were under my protection.  Were anything to happen to you while you were under my protection, I would be dishonored.  If someone attacked you, they had to get through my men first.  Such was the obligation of hospitality.

     In taking off ones shoes, the one being shown hospitality was accepting the offering of the giver and exhibiting trust in their protection.  The preparedness for battle was no longer necessary.  In fact, guests would often have feet washed and other ministrations in order not to soil the dwelling of the host.  Taking of the sandals was a sign that both parties were entering into this social covenant.

     Back to Moses.  What would it mean, given his wandering existence, his identity crisis to use modern language, to be invited by God into His dwelling place and instructed to take off his shoes?  Ah, you get it now.  I hear the murmurs.  It is, as Jim would complain were he with us today, almost too fanciful to believe or accept.  Why would the Maker of all that is, seen or unseen, make such a gesture to a wandering human?  The truth, of course, is that He makes that offer to all humans.  Every human is offered the opportunity to dwell in the household of God for all eternity.  Such an invitation and opportunity is made possible through the work and person of Christ Jesus, but the opportunity is available to everyone.  Better still, while I know we are too influenced by the apocalyptic teachings of Left Behind and other such fictional works, how do the Scriptures describe our existence with God?  As real existence.  Jesus teaches about the right robe for a feast.  The prophets remind us that it is better to dwell at the threshold of God’s dwelling place than in the luxurious tents of the wicked.  The Garden of Eden imagery is like that of a manse or Babylonian palace.  Heck, when we bury Jim we will long for the day when God’s people are gathered as one flock under One Shepherd, right? 

     The greatest promise of Scripture is that God’s people will dwell with Him and that He will dwell with them.   It would seem fanciful.  Why would God want to dwell with people like us?  But over and over and over again, God makes that promise to His people.  And over and over again He instructs His people to go into the world living as if they trust in His promise and to invite those whom they encounter.  Another facet of the gem we call the Gospel is the reminder that God, the Maker of all that is seen and unseen, made every person and stamped each person with His image.  Every person we encounter in the world, therefore, has unsurpassable worth in His eyes and ought to in our own.  Even enemies.  But Scripture starts off with us dwelling with God, calling Him Andy to harken back to my Baptist roots, and trusting Him to provide everything we need.  The rest of the book is how we get back to that relationship.  The promise at the end is that He will bring it to be for all who claim His Son as Lord of their lives.

     Back to Moses.  I have already touched on this a bit, but the Name of God is important.  We have worked our way through the patriarchs and matriarchs of Genesis this summer.  In the beginning of this generational narrative, God is known as the God of Abraham, then Abraham and Isaac, then Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.  It is not a Name in the sense of the gods and goddesses of the ANE.  In the story of Jacob’s ladder, though, we begin to be revealed a bit more about this God of Abraham and Isaac.  God is above and beside Jacob in his struggles, right?  Now, in this story with Moses, God tells Moses that His Name is I Am.

     During Easter season this year, we talked extensively about that and I reminded you then of this story.  God’s Name, which in Hebrew is unique because it has no vowel sounds, simply translates as I AM.  Back in Easter I taught you that the rabbis chose Ego eimi to translate this Name of God into Greek.  Good.  I see a couple nods.  Whenever Jesus makes the statement “Ego eimi . . . .” in Greek, it has theological overtones that we, native English speakers, miss.  That Ego eimi harkens back to this event and the Holy Name of God.  When Jesus says “Ego eimi”, His audience would hear the theological claim that we miss.  I had a few conversations the week after that sermon that some Adventers finally were beginning to understand why the priests hated Jesus so much.  In claiming that Name for Himself, Jesus was identifying Himself with God.  Intentionally.  Among the priestly and rabbic and scribal elite, the claim would not be missed.  In fact, it would be perceived as blasphemous, as Jesus calling Himself God.

     The Great I AM of the burning bush narrative, though, is hard for us to grasp.  In English, we like to fully describe it through nine permutations.  I am that I was.  I am that I will be.  I was that I am.  Good.  I see lots of nods.  The word has an understanding that we would say is physical, theological, and even polemical.  God is.  God always is.

     In the ways of an answer, we would say God’s answer to Moses is not exactly helpful.  Israel was oppressed by people who worshipped Ra and Osiris and countless other gods, to say nothing of Pharaoh’s opinions of himself.  What would it mean in that context for Israel to hear that the God of their ancestors was I AM, that I AM sent Moses to free them to worship Him, that I AM was still keeping the covenant He made with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob?

      In the beginning, it is likely not much.  Israel does not believe Moses is a prophet called by I AM in the beginning.  Egypt and Pharaoh certainly do not believe it either.  It takes time for everyone to come to the understanding that I AM is God.  Both Israel and Egypt will believe it, at least in part, because I AM beats the major Egyptian gods in their strongholds and despite the efforts of their magicians and priests.  Then, when Pharaoh choses to kill all the firstborn males of Israel, I AM uses that judgment against Egypt even as He protects Israel.  By the time all of that plays out, both Israel and Egypt understand that I AM is.  More importantly, both understand that I AM is the God of Israel.

     And, yet, God is not done revealing His Name and His character to Israel or us.  One of the themes of the book of Exodus is how God is revealed and understood.  In the beginning, He simply IS.  Later, He will declare Himself a jealous God, demanding covenant loyalty of His chose people.  But then, as His chosen people figure out their inability to keep their end of the Covenant, He will reveal Himself as exceedingly merciful, that when He entered into this Covenant relationship with Abraham, He knew they could not and that He would pay the price of their disloyalty or sin.

     All that brings us back to that fancy word, relationship.  It has been a word that has been on the lips of Adventers a lot over the course of the last few weeks as we dealt with the death of Mary Clyde and now Jim, as the Psalms Bible Study has been wrestling with Psalm 73, as we have talked about the true impact of the feeding ministry, of Insight’s work, and who knows what else.  We even obliquely referenced it when we spoke of hospitality a few minutes ago.  Though there are any number of great miracles to get our attention in the stories of Genesis and Exodus, the most wonderous part of those stories is the fact that God invites humanity into relationship with Him.  It begins in the Garden, and we reject it on His terms.  But from that moment on, God is always wooing His people, all humanity, back into relationship with Him.  As Creator, we would say He has the right to demand our faithfulness, but such is His mercy and love that He asks for it instead.  Better still, He asks for it in ways that we can hear.

     In the case of Moses today, He invited Moses into relationship in a meaningful way, a way that would not impact you or I the same.  Similarly, He invites those whom we serve in His Name through Body & Soul into that same relationship.  He invites those with whom we partner; He invites those to whom we rent space; He invites all those we encounter in the world.  Best of all, of course, He invited us, each one of us, in ways that were meaningful to us.  And because we accepted, because we have come to know Him and His faithfulness through both these stories and the stories of those whom we serve and the stories of our own lives, we know the wonder and awe of such an invitation and of such faithfulness.  We know the joy of knowing that, no matter what tries to come between us and I AM, because He is, we, too, will be.  We know in a way that makes no sense to the world that it is ok if we are out of step with the wisdom of the world, if we seem financially nuts for giving away tons of food each week or not charging “market rates” as landlords, if we seem crazy for believing that I AM can overcome every evil in our lives, even death itself.  But because HE IS, and has bound Himself to each one of us in His Son our Lord Christ, we know that we, too, will always be.  To use the words of the Prayer Book, we can rest in His eternal changelessness, certain of His purposes for each one of us.

     I remind us of that call to relationship and of how God meets us where we are as we mourn the loss of Jim as a community.  If you are visiting or started attending after the start of the pandemic, Jim had strong opinions and was never afraid to express them.  And now you have heard the chuckles.  Among Jim’s strong opinions was the need to get rid of miracles in the Bible.  Jim unabashedly thought Thomas Jefferson was on to something cutting out the miracles.  Jim started a group, after drafting Robert, to wrestle with such things.  From time to time, Jim would say things that polite Episcopalians found scandalous.  In truth, I was never sure at any given moment whether he really believed what he was saying or he was just making space for others by being the focal voice for doubts and struggles.  Jim was sensitive to the message conveyed by the Christians who garnered attention on social media.  In many ways, I would say his heart seemed aligned with the heart of Christ, though like any human he sinned.  When folks would come to complain or tattle or struggle with something Jim had said or reportedly said, I often found myself more laughing than groaning inwardly.  Oh, I might curse him under my breath for the extra work, but it was usually important work that needed to be done.  People would hear what he said, sort of, but forget his life.  Everything he said was always in the context of having been an active member of this parish for more than two decades.  For however many years, Jim joined the choir in leading us to lift our voices in song, or a joyful noise at least, to God.  Week in and week out; month in and month out; year in and year out.  As the professional Christian, I would say God reached Jim’s heart, in part, through music.  Jim was never sure how important some of these teachings were, and he was always disappointed in our conversations to learn that his brilliant new thought had been addressed by the Church over and over and over again for the last 2000 years, or by God’s people for the last 6000 years.  But he came until his body began to fail him.  Despite his aversion to miracles, he came. 

     I share Jim’s background by way of one of our last group meetings on Thursday nights.  Jim was in a snit about life after death.  I would say Jim wanted Christians more focused on life in this world, but the perceptions of others may differ.  In any event, Ingrid finally asked Jim what would happen if he was wrong.  Would he be disappointed to find out that all of it, even the miracles, were true?  Jim had that moment of being poleaxed, of being silent for a few seconds—yet another miracle in our collective life!  But then he thoughtfully acknowledged that if it was true, it would have to be something incredible.  Ingrid just smiled and said she wished she could see the look on his face when that day comes.  Jim promised her that if it was true, he’d probably be wearing that expression for a while.

     I share that story because I found myself laughing when I received the text between the services that he had died.  I had visited him on Wednesday in the ICU, and he did not think himself near death then.  In truth, he was feisty and complaining that his body’s failure sucked.  But he asked for anointing and a prayer of healing.  He did not want to risk the Eucharist contributing to his esophageal and lung issues.  I found it another one of those experiences in my life where God had met me before I knew He was there.  What should have been a profound moment of shock and mourning this morning for me was one of comfort and laughter.  Make no mistake, I mourn for JoAnne and David and the rest of the family.  I mourn for his neighbors and those whose lives Jim impacted because he tried to live what Jesus taught.  But my mind went back and forth from Ingrid’s challenge that Thursday night to that prayer of healing and to trying to imagine the look on his face this amazing morning, even as we gather to thank God for the work He has done in Christ for each one of us.  I am certain Jim received the healing he was promised and has the craziest look on his face!

     I began this morning reminding us of our tribal identity and of what it means to be in relationship with I AM.  At the earlier service, I reminded them that we are wanderers looking for that Promised Land, just like Abraham and all those who came before, that we are the ultimate recipients of I AM’s unveiling revelation.  And because we know Christ Jesus as Lord, we will, one glorious day, find ourselves dwelling with God.  We will know ourselves loved and in a community of those who, like ourselves, chose to follow where He led, even when we seemed out of step with others.  We will know we belong.  We will know that we have finally come home.  But Jim’s death also reminded me that I should have shared with them of that surpassing joy and laughter.  I focused them on the peace of being known and loved and belonging, but I forgot the joy and silliness.  You see, as funny as I found it to imagine Jim’s face this morning, I started wondering about my face and yours.  How will we look when we see I AM face to face?  How will we look when we truly internalize that what He intends for each of us is beyond our askings and imaginations?  Best of all, how will those whom we invited in His Name perceive us, even as they are confronted by the fulfillment of such promises?  That, my friends, is a glorious hope of our calling and redemption, and maybe the best part of taking His commands seriously and working hard to draw others into His saving embrace!

 

In His Peace,

Brian†

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