Finding the Right Logo

 

Texts: Jeremiah 20:7-13; Romans 6:1b-11; Matthew 10:24-39

I've been thinking about the advertising industry recently.  It fascinates me in a rather macabre way.  How would I feel, I wonder, if one of my daughters rang to say she'd got a job in advertising.  Would I admit it to anyone, or would I dissemble a bit.  "Oh, she works for some outfit or other – not too sure what she does really."  Which, I suppose, is just the sort of evasiveness I accuse the advertising industry of.

Generally I like to think I'm fairly immune to advertising.  I've trained myself to screen out adverts as I work my way through a newspaper; and when I do find a TV ad I enjoy I usually have to admit afterwards that I'm not sure what product it was advertising.  For example, I like the one featuring a rather gormless, chubby guy, who loses the key to his brand new red car.  The search takes on epic proportions as ground, air and sea searches are launched, metal detectors are brought in, refuse and grass clippings are sifted, and goodness knows what else.  Then he sits down and discovers the key in his back pocket.  I like that ad – I've seen it several times – but I still can't tell you what make of car it is advertising.

Which, of course, somewhat defeats the purpose from the point of view of the advertiser, and even more, the client.  It's all about branding these days, or so we're told.  Even the All Blacks have ceased to be a national rugby team – they are a global brand, and the Rugby Union will do all it can to protect that brand and maintain its commercial value.  Think of David Beckham – no longer good enough to command a regular place in a rather indifferent England side, he commands huge fees for a side in that great soccer nation, the USA, because his name sells merchandise around the world to the tune of millions of dollars.  He can miss virtually the whole season through injury and it will make no difference to his commercial value.  The same is about to be proved in the case of Tiger Woods – his income will hardly dip even though he cannot play golf for many months.

All of this has not escaped the notice of some in the Church.  Parishes are now urged to sell themselves – or to market themselves, which sounds marginally better, perhaps.  How might we do that?  Well, appropriately enough there are ways and means both ancient and modern: we can have ever more clever websites, for instance, that are ever so interactive.  I haven't heard of one that can actually dispense Communion yet, but it'll come.  Soon there will be (if there isn't already) a virtual Lourdes, with testimonies from people who had only just connected to the website and they experienced a complete healing.  Before long the site will be clogged with virtual crutches thrown away by people who previously had difficulty even getting to their computers.

At the other end of the scale, of course, there are still the old- fashioned staples of church advertising, a notice in the newspapers, a widely distributed leaflet, or a huge notice board outside the church.  Of course, some cynics question whether these things actually tap into the spiritual hunger that is said to be out there; but then we will never know because the Church has never been very keen on evaluating its past practices – only repeating them year after year.  Do you know of anyone who has come to this church because they saw it advertised in the ODT?  It's possible, I guess, but I don't think I have met one myself.

I have to say that most church advertising I have seen has been dully informative.  Take, for example, our Cathedral.  On Saturdays it usually has an advertisement in the ODT listing all its services for the next day.  It tells us which Sunday it is, so if Septuagesima has a special appeal to you, you'll be sure to queue up for that one.  It tells you who the preacher is: that may be a draw card, or it may be a way of alerting us that some parental discretion is advised.  And for music fans, it tells us which choral mass will be used.  Despite all this helpful advertising, there is always a seat or two left for the latecomers.

Advertising doesn't thrive on facts.  It needs catchy slogans, clever images, something that makes your church stand out in the crowded market-place, something to give your church brand a competitive edge over its rivals.  One good example comes to mind in the main road through North East Valley.  There's a hoarding that looks rather similar to "Placemakers", but it actually says "The Maker's Place".   That's quite good, I think.  But good enough to want to make a sinner repent and turn to Christ?

I've probably told you before about the young keen Vicar in a parish in the U.K. who went for both impact and theological rigour: he had erected a large board saying "Only Sinners Are Welcome Here".  Naturally, the regulars tore it down and reported him to the Bishop.  The other danger is the ever-lurking graffiti artist.  The story has been told many times of the Cathedral in Liverpool who, as Advent approached, put up a huge poster that asked passersby, "What will you do when Jesus comes again?"  Now at that time Liverpool football team had a very good centre-forward called Ian St John.  So it wasn't long before some wit had answered the question "What will you do when Jesus returns?" by scrawling underneath, "Move St John to inside-right!"

It's not easy, is it?  For instance, if we were going to advertise ourselves – this congregation – on a big board in the hope of attracting new clients (as we call worshippers these days), what would we say?  "All welcome"?  Would that be true?  Even the rough, the smelly, the drunk, the crazed and the downright objectionable?  The sort of "sinners" Jesus spent time with?  Gang members wearing patches, paedophiles, the ostentatiously rich and superior?  Do we really welcome all?  Should we really welcome all?

What about "family church"?  A lot of churches call themselves "family churches", but what does that mean?  Does it mean, children of all ages are welcome, and if it does mean that, are they really welcome?  I've come across the odd child in a service before that I certainly wouldn't have welcomed back.  And what about single people – do family churches exclude them?  Or does it mean, the members of this church are one big family?  Would you want to belong to a church that behaved like your family?

Truth and advertising are never going to have an easy relationship, in the church or otherwise.  Are we any better at recognising and telling the truth about ourselves than any other organisation?

But the Church has a far more difficult problem than all this.  The Church has a product that, by its very nature, is hard to sell.  Just ask Jeremiah.  The prophets were in the advertising business, after all.  They were the original sandwich-board men – or perhaps I should say, the original fairground barkers.  They were God's P.R. men –his publicists.  Their job was to tell God's story.  And the better they were at it, the worse fate they suffered.  Jeremiah knew all about that.  This is how he sums up a typical working day in the advertising and publicity department of God's enterprise: I am ridiculed all day long; everyone mocks me...So the word of the Lord has brought me insult and reproach all day long. 

Why?  What was so awful about the message he was required to proclaim?  Well, he was to tell the people of his time that the nation was going to hell in a basket, or, more accurately, going to Babylonia in captivity.  That's a hard message to make appealing – that's a real hard sell, as we say in the advertising business.

And, of course, like Father like Son.  People are looking for peace in a troubled world, aren't they?  Okay, try selling them this: Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth.  I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.  In the time of the great anti-nuclear rallies of the 1970's and 1980's, a number of churches proudly advertised themselves as "Peace Churches".  It's a fair bet that none of them put that verse on their notice boards or other advertising material.

And it's a fair bet that those churches that advertise themselves as family churches don't use the next bit either: For I have come to turn a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law – your enemies will be the members of your own household.  And he doesn't stop there: Anyone who loves father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me.

That would tax the skills of the very best spin doctors in the world.  And they would fail.  Because there is no way of selling the Gospel in the absence of faith.  It makes no sense in the absence of faith.  Only if we can say with Jeremiah, despite everything, the Lord is with me does any of it make sense.  And no amount of advertising can convince us of that; only faith can convince us of that.

If we must have a notice board let it simply say this: We believe the Lord is here.  I guarantee that it will be no less successful than any other church notice board, and it will have the advantage of being true.

Faith in the World

 

Texts:  Exodus 19:2-8a; Romans 5:1-8; Mathew 9:35-10:8

Of all the many seminars I have been to in the last 20 years or so one of the few that has stuck in my mind was one led by Richard Randerson in Palmerston North in 1992, or thereabouts.  It was on the subject of faith in the workplace; and we participants were encouraged by Richard to carry out an audit of our working life from the perspective of our Christian faith.

As I remember it, the audit had 4 steps to it.  The first step was to define the purpose of the enterprise for which we were working.  What does your employer do, and what is the connection (if any) between that and the Gospel?  That's step one.  Step two was to assess how that employer carried out that purpose.  How did he, she or it conduct business, in other words – ethically or otherwise?  How were staff treated?  How were customers treated?  How were suppliers treated?  How were competitors treated?  Was the law scrupulously followed, including the tax law?  So the first two steps were concerned with the nature of the business, and the manner in which the business was conducted.

The third and fourth steps formed a similar pair.  They focused on our own role in the business, and the manner in which we performed that role.  What in a sentence was your job in that undertaking, and how ethically (or otherwise) did you perform it?

Well, some of the participants didn't have too much difficulty with the first step, identifying the core business of the enterprise and relating it to the Gospel.  For instance, one of the participants was a medical practitioner, in a practice she shared with three other doctors.  She identified the purpose of the practice as being to give good medical care to their patients, and she felt sure that the practice was conducted ethically.

But there was one guy there who was a very quiet, shy, reserved sort of person, someone I knew by name and sight from the local church, but knew nothing about him, and I was surprised to see him there.  When it came to his turn, he told us that he was a soil scientist based at Massey University (although I think he was employed by DSIR in one of its many incarnations).  I don't think for a moment that he was ashamed about it – but his manner suggested that he was sorry to be spoiling the party.  He was quite sure that not even Richard could find any connection between what he did as a scientist and what he believed as a Christian. 

Which, of course, was wrong.  Richard rose to the challenge.  "So your outfit is concerned with the improvement of our soils?"  "Yes."  "Improvement from what point of view?"  "Productivity."  "Measured in food production?"  "Yes."  "You are seeking to increase crop yields?"  "Yes – and their quality."  "So you're in the business of feeding the hungry with more and better food?"

Sixteen years later I can still remember the look on that man's face at that point.  For what seemed a long time he just stared at Richard; then very slowly he broke into a wonderful smile as the penny dropped.  It was one of those encouraging moments when it seems that teaching does sometimes make a difference.  It certainly made a difference in that man's case.  He suddenly saw that his work was also his ministry.  But Richard wasn't quite finished with him.  He asked him why he had become a soil scientist; and by this time the guy had become quite voluble.  He talked about his passion for science, the intellectual challenges of research, and his pleasure in seeing the practical application of his work on the research farm at the site.  When he finished, Richard said, "It sounds to me that you have found your true calling", and the guy readily agreed.  I'm not sure whether he thought about the religious weighting of that word, but Richard was surely right to use it.

That guy did not need to be a lay minister on a Sunday morning, or a pastoral visitor, or a member of Vestry to have a ministry.  He already had been called into a marvellous ministry, harnessing his passion and his gifts, to help feed the hungry with good quality food.

And I wanted to talk about that guy this morning before I talked about the gospel (or the other readings) because there is something rather churchy about them.  They are all rather in-house.  Even in the gospel reading, where Jesus is talking about the Lord's harvest, and sends the disciples out into the world with a mandate to minister in the world, it is still a fairly narrow view of ministry.  First of all, they are not to minister to the Gentiles, who, of course, constitute the vast majority of the world's population.  They are to minister only to their own kind, their fellow Jews.

Think about that for a moment.  Imagine what we would think if we heard about a fellow Anglican Church who set up a food bank but insisted only Anglicans could receive assistance from it.  Or only those who lived in the parish.  We would find that very strange, to put it mildly.  And yet here is Jesus carefully instructing his disciples to minister only to Jews.

Clearly, the primary purpose of this ministry at this stage of Jesus' campaign is not what we would call social care or social outreach – it is about calling the Jews back to the fold of faith.  First, restore Israel, and then gather in the Gentiles.  That seems to be the pattern here.  So Jesus says to them: Do not go among the Gentiles or enter any town of the Samaritans.  Go rather to the lost sheep of Israel.  As you go preach this message: 'The kingdom of heaven is near.'  The aim is to restore the people of God – the people of the first covenant – before entering into the new covenant through his death and resurrection.

In effect, Jesus is repeating what God said to Moses on Mount Sinai.  The people of Israel have a special calling, they are a chosen people, whether they like it or not.  There is a covenant of faithfulness between God and his people, and there has been since the time of Abraham.  God had already demonstrated his faithfulness to his people by rescuing them out of Egypt, not because they deserved to be rescued, but because they were his people.  Now he expects some reciprocity, in the form of obedience to his will.

Out of all the nations of the world, if they are faithful to the covenant they will be God's treasured possession.  They will be set aside as a holy nation, a nation of priests, with a ministry to all the other nations of the world.  A working model, as it were, of a nation, a people, dedicated to God.

St Paul, in teaching about the new covenant, sees a similar pattern.  God has rescued us from the slavery of sin through his Son (in that sense, the new Moses).  Why did God do that?  Not because we deserved to be rescued, but because it was God's will to rescue us, so that we might become a new people, consecrated to God, this time based not on nationality or ethnic identity, but on faith in Christ alone.  Just as the Israelites were assured of God's love for them (they are his treasured possession), so we can be assured by the gift to us of the Holy Spirit through whom God's love has been poured into our hearts.

At Pentecost God's mission – Christ's mission – moved beyond the borders of Israel; it ceased to be primarily a mission to the lost sheep of Israel and became a mission to the whole world.  One consequence of that is that we need to broaden our understanding of ministry; we must not confine it to the walls of the church, but take it into every aspect of the world, including our places of business and employment – or, to pinch a term from the Cursillo movement, into every environment we find ourselves in.

Our friend the soil scientist is but one example.  There are many others.  I can think of two men in our parish in Wellington who had marvellous ministries.  Neither of them were ordained or licensed as lay ministers.  One was a plumber, the other a funeral director.  Both exemplified Christian ministry in the manner in which they conducted their businesses, and related to their clients.  No doubt there are many thousands of others, many of whom, like the soil scientist have never thought about their work in this way.

And, of course, all that I've said about a place of employment can be translated to apply to our homes, our clubs, the places where we gather with others.  The whole world and every aspect of it is the Lord's harvest field: he calls us all to be labourers in it.

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When Forgiveness Comes First

 

Texts: Exodus 17:1-7; Romans 5:1-11; John 4:5-42

 

Do you remember the good old days when parents brought up their children according to traditional values?  I do.  I had one of those upbringings myself.  And one part of that was about the importance of owning up when I did something wrong.  You probably had that lesson drummed into you, too.  If you've done something wrong, the thing to do is to own up, tell the truth, say sorry, and move on.  That's the message that my parents gave me, and it was reinforced at school.

 

Or was it?  Were we praised for our honesty when we confessed our wrongdoing – held up as a good example to others?  No, we were not.  We were punished for the wrongdoing.  And what did that teach us?  That honesty doesn't pay.  Say nothing – and if that doesn't work, try lying your way out of it.  That was the lesson that we soon learned from those who believed that the proper response to a confession was punishment for the crime confessed.

 

The turning-point for me came in Mr Chapman's class, form 4 in the Crantock Street Primary School.  Mr Chapman was a huge man – at least, he looked huge to a small 10-year-old.  And Duggie Dishman was certainly one of those.  One day Mr Chapman came back into the classroom and was about to sit down behind hid desk when he noticed something unpleasant on the seat – something brown, smelly and produced by a dog.  Having a naturally suspicious mind, Mr Chapman did not jump to the obvious conclusion that a dog had somehow managed to get into the classroom, climbed up on the chair, and let nature take its course.  Mr Chapman strongly suspected that one of us was responsible for putting the stuff there.

 

He demanded to know who was responsible for this outrage.  And to the astonishment of us all Duggie Dishman put up his hand and confessed.  Judging from his expression, for a split second  Mr Chapman was as surprised as the rest of us that anyone would own up and tell the truth, but he recovered quickly.  My guess is that Duggie Dishman took a week or two longer to recover.  But the lesson was very clear.  If you follow the teaching of your parents and teachers, don't expect to be praised for your honesty: rather, expect to be very uncomfortable for the next few days.

 

Something rather similar turned up in our news media this week.  Look at the response to the report on mishaps in our hospitals.  The medical professionals owned up collectively to a number of serious mistakes made in our hospitals, some of which resulted in death, some in serious injury.  Why did they do that?  So that they can learn from these instances, and make our hospitals even safer than they are now.  And they are very safe.  As horrible as the cases were, they represented 2 in every 10,000 hospital admissions.  I like those odds; I'll gladly take them if I need surgery at some stage.  And I applaud the decision to make this information available.

 

But what thanks did they get?  Headlines in our media about "killer hospitals".  Demands for further inquiry, disciplinary action, and naming and shaming.  Would it be too surprising if the Duggie Dishman principle came into play here?  Isn't the lesson for our health professionals, don't own up to anything, don't acknowledge your mistakes; if you do you will be slammed in the media, and quite possibly sued in the courts?  We say we want the truth – we say we want to learn from our mistakes – but all too often, what we really want is to punish those who have done wrong, or to sue them for every penny we can get out of them – or their employer, or their insurer or anyone else.  We might call it justice.  What we can't call it is godly.  What we can't call it is merciful.  What we can't call it is truth-promoting.  What we can't call it is forgiveness.

 

And so to the reading from the Book of Exodus this morning (not Genesis, as it says in the notes!).  Here we have a very vivid demonstration of the difference between the human and the divine approach to wrongdoing.  As human beings we can sympathise with Moses' feelings here.  It's not easy leading these people.  They are born grumblers – with, it must be said, something to grumble about.  They, too, are all too human.  When they were slaves in Egypt, they had a terrible life.  Then God, working through Moses, rescued them, led them out of Egypt and called upon them to follow his and he would give them a land of their own.

 

But they had to get there first, and that involved the difficult matter of getting through the wilderness.  And so the grumbling started.  And very soon they were convincing themselves that they were better off in Egypt.  Far from being rescued they had been dragged away against their better judgment by this madcap Moses, and brought out to die in the desert.  What are we going to eat?  What are we going to drink?  At the very least, they have lost their trust in God.  When they were escaping, when they saw the waters part for them, and then close back and drown their Egyptian enemies, it had been easy to believe in God.  It always is when things are going well for us.  But now the difficulties have come, and their faith is gone.

 

Now they turn on Moses.  This wasn't God's idea, this was his.  He has conned them.  They were quarrelling among themselves and asking, "Is the Lord among us or not?"  And notice that the author describes this as 'testing the Lord'.  That expression ought to ring loud bells for us, because not so long ago we had the Temptation of Christ; and one of the Scriptures Jesus quoted to Satan was, "You shall not put the Lord your God to the test."

 

So the case against the Israelites at this point is pretty strong.  What they should do is own up, confess their wrongdoing, be honest, and apologise.  That's probably what Moses – the Mr Chapman figure in all this – wants them to do; and when there's no sign of that happening, he turns in despair to God.  What am I to do with these people?  They are almost ready to stone me?

 

And the God in whom they have lost faith, the God against whom they have offended, does what?  Demands confession, demands an apology?  No – he doesn't.  He meets their need, as he has been doing all along the way.  He demonstrates yet again that he is their, God, that he is among them, and that Moses is his instrument.  In other words, he reminds them that they are his people, that he loves and accepts them, despite their failures and their sins.

 

St Paul famously puts the same thought this way in his Letter to the Romans: You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly.  Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die.  But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

 

God forgiveness, embodied in Jesus Christ, came to us while were still offending against God.  We didn't have to clean up our act, confess our sins, or anything else first – God's forgives precedes our confession.

 

St John illustrates this same principle in his lovely story of the encounter between Jesus and the woman at the well.  Culturally, humanly, this woman is a nobody, the lowest of the low.  She is a woman, not a man; she is a Samaritan, not a Jew.  Worst of all, she is a Samaritan woman of low reputation.  She has, shall we say, an interesting marital and domestic history.  She doesn't even begin to admit any of that stuff until after Jesus has demonstrated his complete acceptance of her.  And, anyway, Jesus already knew all that stuff.  It makes no difference to him: he accepts her as and who she is.

 

All of this doesn't, of course, mean that we should not confess our sins.  What it does mean is that confession is for us, not for God.  To confess our sins is to off-load those things that make us feel separated from God: it is not a way of seeking to win back God's love, which we have lost through sinning.

 

And all this means that we can confess our sins – we can be honest and tell the truth – in the certain assurance that we are not going to be beaten up as Duggie Dishman was, or vilified in the press as out hospital staff have been, or sued or whatever.  We are going to be assured that God is and always has been among us.  That we have already been forgiven, cleansed, and reconciled to God through the cross of Christ.  That God already knows of our sins before we confess them, and that nothing we can do will ever make any difference to his love for us.

 

That's not justice.  That's forgiveness.  That's mercy.  That's God's way, whatever we put on his seat, and however many mistakes we make.

Repentance is for Radicals

 

Texts: Genesis 12:1-4a; Romans 4:1-5, 13-17; Romans 3:1-17

 

If ever we wanted an illustration of the power of repentance we surely saw it in the remarkable events in Canberra this week, and, in fact, throughout Australia.  No doubt, there are a few cynics around who will dismiss that "saying-sorry" ceremony as pure political theatre, but that's not how those huge crowds we saw on the TV News felt about it.  Something historic, something of fundamental importance to all the people of that country, was taking place, and hardly a man, woman or child was unaffected by it.

 

It was as if the whole dominant class in Australia was collectively repenting – not just acknowledging the specific wrongs of the past, - but changing their mindset.  They were turning away from their past attitude to adopt a new one.  They were rejecting the idea of one type of humanity – their own – being superior to another, the Aborigine peoples.  Perhaps they are not yet ready to go a step further to acknowledge that there is, in fact, only one type of human being, but it was certainly a huge step that they took this week.  No doubt difficult times lie ahead as they work through the implications of this dramatic act of national repentance, but at least now they are facing in the right direction.

 

And that's really what repentance is – a turning to face in the right direction.  It's not only Dick Whittington – and the Australian people! – who need to turn again and again – it is all of us.  All of us can become distracted – all of us can find new things to look at in place of God – all of us are capable of building our own golden calves and worshipping them instead of God.  Where do we look to for our fundamental sense of security, and for our hope for a better future?  To our families, to our careers, to our own hard work, to our country?  All of those are good in themselves, but all of them can become alternatives to God.  When they do it is time for repentance – for turning back to God.

 

We saw another example of turning back a little closer to home this week, when one of our local M.P.'s announced she was quitting Parliament at the next election.  It was time for her, she had decided, to turn back to her family and leave behind, at least for now, her all-consuming political career.  That sort of radical re-prioritising is a form of non-religious repentance; it is not a confession of past wrongdoing but a radical break from the past and present to open up a new future.  Perhaps one day we will hear of an M.P. who is quitting Parliament to spend more time with God.  Wouldn't that be something!  Wouldn't that cause a sensation!

 

I imagine that Abram's radical decision caused something similar among his people.  He was well on in years – perhaps even a bit older than me.  He had a large extended family.  His father had died and he was now the patriarch of the clan.  They were well off, with many livestock, living a comfortable existence, not in Ur as we're often told, but in a place called Haran, to which Abram's father had brought the family some years earlier.  [Genesis 11:31]

 

That probable doesn't matter too much either way.  The point is that there is nothing in the text so far to tell us whether or not Abram or the family were religious – or were even aware of God before his call.    There is no suggestion in the text, for example, that God had called Abram's father, Terah, to leave Ur – the decision seems to have been his own.

 

But nor is there any suggestion that Abram had previously been a wicked man, leading an irreligious life.  Rather, we may assume that he was a fine, upright, middle-class family man, well-off and comfortable – inwardly sad that he had no son of his own – but otherwise untroubled.

 

Then God spoke to him.  God told him to give up all sense of security based on familiarity – leave his own country, his home, the land of his fathers – and journey to a new land.  If he will do that, God promises to make him into a great nation.  I wander if we can grasp how crazy it must have seemed to everyone else besides Abram – or perhaps even to Abram himself when he first heard it.  Who is this God he claims to have heard?  It's not uncommon for older people to hear voices.  Perhaps he's beginning to lose the plot?  Why risk it?  What if it is all a silly delusion?  Where is this new land – what's it like?  Does it even exist?

 

And yet, says, our text, "Abram left, as the Lord had told him".  At one level, of course, this is all about obedience.  But when we look at St Paul's reflections on this episode in his Letter to the Romans, we can see that it is something much more than that.  St Paul makes much of the fact that all this took place before the Law was given.  He says that where there is no law there is no transgression.  In other words, there is no issue of disobedience.

 

And this is surely right.  Look again at this short passage from Genesis and we see that there is no threat of consequence if Abram declines to go.  God does not threaten to strike him down, or take away his livestock, or hurl a few plagues in his direction.  If he declines to leave, then he stays and his life goes on as before.  There is no stick, but there is a great carrot!  Go, and you will be made into a great nation.  Go, and you will be richly blessed.  Go, and your name will be great.  Go, and all peoples on the earth will be blessed through you.

 

That's some remuneration package he's been offered there!   But you know what they say, if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is.  What trust could be put in such huge promises?  What trust could be put in the One who was making them?  That was the question for Abram to consider.  He was not being told what to do and threatened with harm if he disobeyed.  He was being told what to do and assured of great blessing if he did.  His response, his decision to leave as the Lord had told him, was one of trust in God, much more than it was a simple act of obedience. 

 

He turned from his past to face a brand new future.  He turned from all worldly considerations and opened himself to God.  That's repentance – real, radical, life-changing repentance.

 

Something similar is put before Nicodemus in his encounter with Jesus in our gospel passage.  Again, we are dealing here with a fundamentally good man.  A faithful Jewish leader, a teacher of the faith.  He must have heard of Jesus, or even heard Jesus himself, somewhere and formed a respectful opinion of him.  He seeks him out, and he addresses him with the courtesy title of Rabbi, even though he must have known that under Jewish law and custom Jesus was not qualified as a rabbi.  Probably he is genuinely interested in finding out more about Jesus.  He knows of Jesus' reputation for extraordinary miracles, and perhaps he is intrigued by this.  How does Jesus do them?  Or, perhaps, he really does accept them as evidence that Jesus must have a special relationship with God.

 

But before he can ask his first question, Jesus takes over the conversation.  He turns the focus away from him and back to Nicodemus.  No one can understand the ways of God unless they are first born again.  He catches Nicodemus completely off-guard, causes him to make a bit of a fool of himself.  Of course, Jesus is not talking about a second biological birth.

 

Then what is he talking about?   He is talking about that radical re-orientation of life that we have been calling repentance.  That turning to God in openness, that turning away from false certainty, even false certainty based on the painstaking study of the Scriptures that Nicodemus would have been doing for years, and simply trusting God to lead us in his ways. That is not something we can achieve by our own efforts.  That requires the gift of grace, that requires the gift of the Spirit.  Flesh gives birth to flesh, Jesus says, but the Spirit gives birth to Spirit.

 

That whole encounter must have shaken Nicodemus to the roots of his being.  In his own way he was being challenged as Abram was: could he leave all that he was familiar with in his learning, could he risk his position in the community, and walk a new path, following this mysterious man who seems in some new way to have come from God?  In the end, he seems to have made that leap of faith, for it was he who helped Joseph of Arimethea to bury Jesus.  (John 19:39)

 

Radical repentance – a radical change of direction – for Australia, for Katherine Rich, for Abram, for Nicodemus.  May it be for us also as we continue our journey through Lent.  Amen.

 

 

 

 

The Wall that Divides

 

Texts: Isaiah 60:1-6; Ephesians 3:1-12; Matthew 2:1-12

 

As so often is the case, there was good news and bad news from the Holy Land over the Christmas period.  And for obvious reasons, let's start in Bethlehem.  The good news was that Bethlehem was relatively peaceful this year, so that a large number of pilgrims were able to join with local Palestinian Christians in worshipping in the Church of the Nativity, the church that, according to local legend, was built over the site of the stable in which Jesus was born.

 

So that was good news.  And at the political level there was also some good news.  The leaders of Israel and the Palestinians have agreed to talk, and accepted the aim to achieve a peaceful settlement by the end of this year.  But, sadly, that's where the good news ends; because already those talks have stalled.  They've stalled because of Israel's concern about security from terrorist attack, and, because of that concern, Israel's determination to separate its people from the Palestinians.

 

Hence the huge wall that Israel is building.  Such a wall is not an Israeli invention, of course.  We human beings have often put our faith in walls to keep us safe from our perceived enemies.  It says something about our human nature that the only man-made object visible from the moon is the Great Wall of China, now over 2,300 years old!  Those of us of British stock can look back to Hadrian's Wall, only 300-400 years younger.  Thr first was built to separate the Chinese from the Mongols, the second to keep those terrible Celts in their place in what we today call Scotland.  Walls are designed to separate, to keep 'us' safe from 'them'.

 

So we must be a bit careful in our condemnation of Israel – they got the idea from our ancestors, among others.  But their wall is particularly tragic in terms of our faith, and theirs, because it is contrary to our Scriptures and theirs.  It is designed to separate Jews and Gentiles, to preserve Israel for the Jews.  And despite what the religious right in the USA and elsewhere want to believe, that contradicts the teaching of the Hebrew and the Christian Scriptures.

 

And today is a very good day to remind ourselves of just that.  As I've said in other sermons recently, the great end-time hope we find in the Hebrew Scriptures is of a renewed and restored Israel, cleansed, purified, obedient and made holy, becoming a sort of irresistible magnet to all the other peoples of the world.  The great prophets looked forward to a day when all the peoples of the earth would worship the one true God, the God of Israel, and would come to Jerusalem to learn the ways of this God and to bring him tribute.

 

Our first lesson this morning is an example of this vision.  Addressing Jerusalem, Isaiah says: Nations will come to your light, and kings to the brightest of your dawn.  And he goes on to talk of people  from Midian, Ephah and Sheba flocking to Jerusalem bringing their treasure with them.  No hint of a wall here – open borders on all sides.  That's not a Christian vision, that's the vision of one of the greatest of all the Hebrew prophets.  That is part of the teaching of Judaism – part of the hope that faithful Jews still nurture and are nurtured by.

 

And that's the sort of hope that St Paul was brought up on.  That is surely part of what he had in mind when he wrote this Letter to the Ephesians.  In fact, it is the heart of what he is writing in this letter.  He calls it the mystery of Christ now revealed.  He has pondered what Christ's coming is all about – what is its essential meaning – and he says this: The mystery is that through the gospel the Gentiles are heirs together with Israel, members together of one body, and sharers together in the promise in Christ Jesus.

 

And even more to the point, in the preceding chapter, he says this: For he himself is our peace, who has made the two one and has destroyed the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility, by abolishing in his flesh the law with its commandments and regulations.  His purpose was to create in himself one new humanity out of the two, thus making peace, and in this one body to reconcile both of them to God through the cross, by which he put to death their hostility.  This passage, if no other, should be plastered over the wall that Israel is presently erecting – if only to remind Christian sympathisers that such a wall is contrary to the teaching of St Paul.

 

Bethlehem is on the other side of the wall, and that alone should give us pause on this day of the Epiphany, for our story today is based in Bethlehem, and its about Jews and Gentiles.  As I have said in the pewsheet notes, this story is found only in St Matthew's gospel, and it is told in his characteristic way.  But before we get to that, just for the record, and not expecting it to do any good at all, I want to make three quick observations.  First of all, the Magi do not find Jesus in the stable, but in a house.  Secondly, this may well be due to the fact that they did not arrive on Christmas night, but about two years later.  And thirdly, and most intriguingly, Joseph was not there, it seems, when they arrived.

 

Presumably, St Matthew feels that he has solved the 'Joseph problem' in chapter one.  If you have been here over the last week or two you will have noticed that Mary hardly gets a mention in chapter one; the whole drama focuses on Joseph, because St Matthew is concerned about the legitimacy of Jesus, not his virgin birth.  Jesus had to be a descendant of David if he were to be recognised as the Messiah, and he could only claim such descent through the paternal line.

 

Now St Matthew has a different problem.  If Jesus was born in Bethlehem, and it seems to have been accepted that he was, how come he was known as Jesus of Nazareth?  Hence this rather strange and drawn out story of the visit of the Magi and its aftermath, which, whatever else its does, is designed to explain why Jesus was born in Bethlehem but raised largely in Nazareth.  (We might notice how careful St Matthew is not to mention where Mary was living before Jesus' birth.  St Luke's story of the census is another approach to the same sort of problems.)

 

But St Matthew has much more in mind than this problem of geography.  He has in mind that great Jewish hope.  In the coming of Jesus, the Messiah, the end of the age is coming, and with it that great influx of Gentiles promised by the prophets.  The Magi, whoever and whatever they were, and wherever they hailed from, were Gentiles, and they came to Jerusalem bringing their treasures, before being directed on to Bethlehem.  In his typical way, St Matthew is showing us how the prophecies of the past and the promises of the future come together in Jesus the Christ.

 

And, of course, he is pointing us forward to Christ's passion and death.  When the Magi ask for directions from the King, whom does he consult?  The chief priests and the teachers of the law – that is, the Jewish elite.  They know their Scriptures, they know that the promised Messiah is to be born in Bethlehem, but do they show any interest or excitement?  No, they do not.  It is the Gentiles who go looking for the Christ child, not the religious leaders of Jerusalem.  Far from being excited, we are told that Herod "was disturbed, and all Jerusalem with him."

 

St Matthew surely has in mind the eventual arrest of Jesus before Pilate, and the conspiracy of members of the Sanhedrin, the Ruling Council, to have him condemned.  Once again, St Matthew reminds us that we can't have Christmas without Good Friday.

 

We don't know what became of the Magi, except that they returned home to their country by a different route.  They were fortunate: they had unimpeded access to Jerusalem and Bethlehem, and safe passage.  Those rights are promised by the Scriptures, Jewish and Christian, to all gentiles, including you and me.

 

To build a wall between people is to divide the Body of Christ.  In our lifetime, the Berlin Wall has come down, and so has the wall of apartheid.  Let us pray that Israel's wall will go the same way, and soon.  Amen.

The Nanny God?

 

Texts: Genesis 2:15-17, 3:1-7; Romans 5:12-19; Matthew 4:1-11

 

I don't know who first coined the expression 'the Nanny State', but whoever did, I wish he or she hadn't.  Along with 'P.C. nonsense', it is surely becoming the most over-used, and therefore virtually meaningless saying of our time.  Why can't people just indicate that they disagree with a particular policy or decision, and argue against it?  Why this character-assassination of all those responsible for the new policy?  Whatever happened to Big Brother State, by the way?  How come Big Brother became a Nanny?  Am I being too cynical in suspecting that this change, at least in our country, has something to do with the rise of women into leadership positions?

 

We had a classic case of this last year with the so-called anti-smacking Bill.  Of course, there was room on that issue for a genuine difference of opinion.  I found myself in the curious position of being opposed to a piece of legislation that I personally agreed with.  I know a bit about the law, in this country as well as a number of other countries.  I know that there are many modern and reasonable countries that never had in their law the sort of provision we had in the Crimes Act; and if we had never had it, very few if any would have argued today that we should have it.

 

The problem was, we did, and its repeal therefore would have changed the law, has changed the law.  But to abuse those who were in favour of its repeal as servants of the Nanny State interfering with the rights of parents I found highly offensive.  And hypocritical.  What is the cry as soon as a child has been abused by its carers?  Where was CYFS when that was going on?  Where were the Police or the school or the health authority?  What is the Government doing about it?  No mention now of the Nanny State – that child should have been removed from those monsters and…and…looked after properly by…?

 

The point of this rave is not to re-open last year's debates but to draw attention to the fact that in our human nature we have a very ambiguous attitude to the law.  If Parliament passes a law that we agree with, all well and good, but if we don't agree with it then the fun starts.  And the word games.  Despite the fact that only Parliament can pass laws, and despite the fact that most of the laws that we get most agitated about are passed on a so-called free vote, we blast the Government of the day, or the Nanny State.

 

Well, maybe I was part of the system for too long, but I remain of the view that virtually all the laws that are passed in this country are passed with good intent.  The proponents honestly believe that the laws they are proposing are in the best interests of the country – which, of course, means, in the best interests of you and me and everyone else who lives here.  Of course, that doesn't mean that I agree in every case – but I do contend that the vast majority of them are passed with good intentions.

 

Perhaps the greatest areas of contention – apart from spectacular one-offs like the anti-smacking stuff – comes in the field of health and safety.  We have amazing battles over alternative therapeutic products.  We are adults, what we put in our bodies is our own business and the Nanny State has no business trying to regulate them or limit our choice in some way.  And, of course, any attempt to tax food products according to their potential to injure our health – don't even go there.  Look at the tuck-shop wars in the U.K., with parents infuriated at the suggestion that school tuckshops should only stock healthy food for their children.  So what if there's an obesity problem among children, or a looming diabetes epidemic, or rotten teeth in our five-year-olds?  The Nanny State should not dictate to us what we can and can't eat, or feed to our children.

 

All of which gets us, of course, to Adam and Eve.  For today's story centres around food – it's about appetite – and about wisdom and, yes, obedience.  The whole of this chapter 3 in the Book of Genesis is worth studying in detail; and I find that the longer I spend with this ancient story, the more modern it seems to be.  It's a classic human dilemma – precisely because it plays to that element of our human nature that I mentioned earlier – that ambiguity towards any form of authority, however benign.  As the story goes on it comments on other things as well, but it starts with this simple issue.  As a human being, as an autonomous self as we post-moderns like to think of ourselves, should I be free to eat whatever I damn well please?

 

One of the great subtle elements in this story is found in the description of the fruit.  (Please note, incidentally, that we are NOT told it's an apple!)  The author of the story is very clear that there is nothing inherently wrong with the fruit.  On the contrary, "the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom".  That's quite a fruit we've got here!  Who wouldn't want to sink their teeth into it?  And why shouldn't we?  Is this bureaucracy gone mad?  Is this yet more P.C. nonsense from tree-hugging greenies who think the Garden of Eden should be left in it's pristine state and human beings should take their carbon footprints elsewhere?  Is this the Nanny State telling us what we can and can't eat?

 

Well, of course, it's none of the above.  If we have to have a bogey target, it can only be the Nanny God we claim to worship.  Only we don't usually address him in that way.  But perhaps we should.  Our Jewish cousins in the faith tell us that the Torah, the Law of God, which fills much of the first five books of the Hebrew Scriptures, our Old Testament, is a gift of love from God to his people to tell us how to lead long and healthy lives.  This Nanny God claims to know better than ourselves what is in our own best interests.  And at the heart of that Law are all sorts of highly detailed rules and regulations about food.  It sometimes appears that God is most actively concerned with us human beings at mealtimes.

 

And not only in a negative sense.  Think how much good stuff happens around meals in the gospel narrative.  And think about the meal we will share together here shortly.  Why bead and wine, and not locusts and honey?  Because God in Christ decreed that this is what we are to share together as his followers. Why?  That is the question we are not permitted to ask: even to ask it is to give ourselves the right to stand in Eve's place – to question God's decrees, to decide for ourselves whether or not we will accept the intervention of this Nanny God.

 

Look at how the tempter proceeds with Eve.  First he tries to sow doubt in her mind as to what God has actually said.  That fails.  Eve is clear about the prohibition – in fact, she even extends it.  She says they are not aloud even to touch the fruit, much less eat it.  So far so good.  Eve knows the word of God.

So the tempter moves to the second stage.  He persuades Eve that disobedience will not bring the consequences she fears.  This time he succeeds.  Eve decides to eat some of the fruit.  In other words, once she loses her fear of disobedience, she is free to disobey.

 

What is missing here is love.  If she truly loved God she would have obeyed willingly, as a consequence of that love.  Her obedience would have been an act of love – a denial of self and an offering to the Other.  That's what Christian obedience is all about – not slavish adherence to a set of rules out of fear of hell and damnation for disobedience.  That gives us a terrible image of God.  If we believe that God is love, if we believe that everything he asks of us is for the best, then disobedience is the ultimate foolishness.

 

Contrast this with the encounter between the tempter and Jesus in the desert.  Here we never get to the second stage.  The debate is entirely about the word and will of God.  There is no consideration of possible consequences because there is no possibility of Jesus choosing to disobey the Nanny God whom he preferred to call Abba.

 

As we enter Lent, let us see it as an opportunity to love God more fully, not to fear him more greatly.  It is a time of self-denial – a time to remind ourselves that our Nanny God knows best.  Amen.